Puppet Boy

heavy metal, gritty vocals, prog-rock, emotional, moody, slower tempo

April 28th, 2024suno

歌词

[intro] [Verse] In the shadows of the stage lights, where the whispers dim, A silent figure watches, on the outside looking in, No ties to hold, their songs untold, no dances to command, Just echoes among the laughter, that they don’t understand. [Chorus] Just a shadow in this world of gleaming strings. Left abandoned and voiceless, where everyone else sings. Tetherless and motionless, while the other players swing. This ghost among the marionettes, this puppet with no strings. [Verse] Isolated from the laughter and where the lively sway, This puppet dreams alone of having his own part to play. No hands to guide, just left behind, no dance or stance to find, Lost within their solitude, not part of their design. [Chorus] Just a shadow in this world of gleaming strings, Left abandoned and voiceless, where everyone else sings. Tetherless and motionless, while the other players swing, This ghost among the marionettes, this puppet with no strings. [Bridge] Puppet Boy can't dance with us, he isn't very strong Puppet Boy can't sing with us, he doesn't know the song Puppet Boy can't play with us, he doesn't play along Puppet Boy's upon the shelf, now that his strings have gone [Bridge] Puppet Boy can't dance with us, he isn't very strong Puppet Boy can't sing with us, he doesn't know the song Puppet Boy can't play with us, he doesn't play along Puppet Boy's upon the shelf, back where Puppet Boy belongs [Bridge] Puppet Boy can't dance with us, he isn't very strong Puppet Boy can't sing with us, he doesn't know the song Puppet Boy can't play with us, he doesn't play along Puppet Boy's upon the shelf, where Puppet Boy belongs [Chorus] Just a shadow in this world of gleaming strings, Left abandoned and voiceless, where everyone else sings. Tetherless and motionless, while the other players swing, This ghost among the marionettes, this puppet with no strings. [Outro] Puppet Boy's upon the shelf, watching all the other sway Dreaming of the day where he will get his part to play Maybe one day he'll be fixed, so he can sing his song But until that day he's on the shelf, where Puppet Boy belongs