A Lifetime of Puppetry

So goes the quest

From furthest east to farthest west

To live a life you could call blessed

But underneath, what you suggest

Is not as divine

High as the wind may blow

Low as the deepest undertow

I try to uncover you

Now I discover that you are a light

That lives in shades, you shine so bright

As colors fade out of of this life

So just tonight, please shed some light

On lies so black that you call white

High as the wind may blow

Low as the deepest undertow

I try to uncover you

Now I discover that you are alive

There's no time to sleep

I can't count another sheep

Can't waste this potential

Waiting on a fucking miracle

I won't close my eyes

I won't live a life of fear for future punishment

I will cast my judgement

There's no time to sleep

I can't count another sheep

Can't waste this potential

Waiting on a fucking miracle

Born among the trees

I find room to breathe

Drawing my conclusions

Free from foreign illusion

If I look back I still see

A lifetime of puppetry

Hollow doves who fail

To see whose hands pull the strings

Delirious from explanation

Deliver us from an equation

That will cut us free

Then we'll cut us free

I won't close my eyes

I won't live a life of fear for future punishment

I will cast my judgement

There's no time to sleep

I can't count another

Sheep that wastes its potential

Waiting on a fucking miracle