Jars Of Clay - Boy On A String Lyrics
Boy on a stringThe marionetter has your numberPulling your arms and legs till you cant stand on your ownDragging your conscience on the stageAnd your heart gets rearrangedAnd you cannot tell your mentor from your makerLook at the crowds bleeding with laughterOver the way you entertain at beckon callThey dont see behind the lights, or the painted backgroundsThey just like to see you fallBut you dont really mindCause youre just wasting timeYou cant feel anythingYoure a boy on a stringI feel a sadness like gapettoWatching the life that he created run awaySeeing the puppeteers intrusion,And holding the remains of puppets that had rotted awayOne day the curtain will not openAnd all of the crowds will go awaySomeday those strings will choke you, but until that dayWell you wont really mindAnd youre just wasting timeYou dont feel anythingYoure a boy on a string