歌词
[Instrumental Intro: Staccato Guitar Riffs, Bass with a Funky Groove, Drums with a Syncopated Beat]
(Come on)
[Verse 1]
They pull the strings, we dance along,
To the beat of a corporate song.
They own the leaders, they buy the vote,
Selling us lies with every note.
Behind the curtains, deals are made,
While we’re out here, barely getting paid.
They say it’s freedom, but it’s all a show,
Where the rich get richer, and the poor don’t grow.
[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t you see, we’re the currency,
They play their games, but we hold the key.
[Chorus]
Puppets on a string, but we’ll break free,
No more shadows, no more deceit.
Puppets on a string, we’re cutting ties,
No more control, no more disguise.
Puppets on a string, the charade’s done,
We’ll rise up, and the war’s begun.
[Instrumental Section: Wah-Infused Guitar Solo, Bass and Drums Locking in a Funky Groove]
(Ugh!)
[Verse 2]
They sign the papers, we pay the price,
We’re just pawns in their paradise.
They buy the power, they buy the throne,
But we’re the force they can’t disown.
We’ve got the numbers, we’ve got the might,
Gonna take back the day, gonna take back the night.
Their castles crumble, their empire falls,
When we stand united, we tear down the walls.
[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t you see, we’re the currency,
They play their games, but we hold the key.
[Chorus]
Puppets on a string, but we’ll break free,
No more shadows, no more deceit.
Puppets on a string, we’re cutting ties,
No more control, no more disguise.
Puppets on a string, the charade’s done,
We’ll rise up, and the war’s begun.
[Instrumental with Bridge: Minimalistic Guitar Chords, Bass Holding a Steady Groove, Drums with a Tribal Beat]
(Yeah!) (Ugh!)
[Bridge:Continued]
They thought we’d bow, they thought we’d fall,
But we’re the ones who’ve heard the call.
No more tricks, no more lies,
We’re the storm, they’re the skies.
We’ll tear down the towers, bring down the kings,
We’re cutting the cords, breaking the strings.
We’re the voice they can’t suppress,
Gonna make this world confess.
[Instrumental Break: Extended Groove with Funk-Infused Guitar Solo, Bass and Drums Creating a Powerful Build-Up]
(Come on!) (Ugh!)
[Chorus]
Puppets on a string, but we’ll break free,
No more shadows, no more deceit.
Puppets on a string, we’re cutting ties,
No more control, no more disguise.
Puppets on a string, the charade’s done,
We’ll rise up, and the war’s begun.
(Yeah!) We’re not your pawns, we’re not your slaves,
We’ll bring down your golden graves!
[Instrumental Outro: High-Energy Jam Session, Guitar Feedback, Bass and Drums Driving a Final Surge]
(Yeah!) (Come on!)
[Outro]
We’re the ones you can’t contain,
Puppets no more, we’ll break the chain.
Puppets on a string, no longer blind,
We’ll take what’s ours, it’s our time!
[Final Instrumental Fade-Out: Funky Guitar Licks, Bass Fading, Drums Slowing to a Stop]
(Ugh!)
[Fade out]
