Puppets

You trying to run but you can't stand on your feet, on your feet.
The famous leader wants to break your beat, break your beat.
But you're the storyteller without your book.
But you're the storyteller without your book.
Alone on the road where history has been cooked.

Come down the line but take your ladder.
Come down the line but take your ladder.

We may be in a cage.
Torrents are pouring into our homes.
Take out all your rage.
We're the puppets of an eternal suffering.

Don't follow the circle, leave it all behind.
Catch your soul but don't let it grind.
We're the hunters, they are the hidden ones.
A sad melody with beautiful tones.

Come down the line but take your ladder.
Come down the line but take your ladder.

We may be in a cage.
Torrents are pouring into our homes.
Take out all your rage.
We're the puppets of an eternal suffering.

Don't follow the circle, leave it all behind.

We may be in a cage.
Torrents are pouring into our homes.
Take out all your rage.
We're the puppets of an eternal suffering.



Credits
Writer(s): Flox, Hugo Borel, Julien Cuche
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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