Puppet On A String
Parabelle Lyrics

Said he was in danger
He claimed that his life was in peril

Lost hope with twisted angles
He gave up all hope and was experiencing mental distress

Had a face like yours and mine
He was just an average person

But a heart that skipped in time
But he had an irregular heartbeat, as if he was anxious or scared

Said he was too common
He believed he was too ordinary

If only we could sell him
If only we could profit off of him somehow

It makes for happy hearts
It would make people happy to see him sold or exploited

It makes for corporate whores
It would benefit only the greedy corporations

Are you divine?
Are you a god-like figure?

Have you ever been?
Have you ever been worshipped like a deity?

Maybe you can stop me
Perhaps you can prevent me from doing something harmful to myself

Before I do something to myself
Before I harm myself in some way

Or maybe you could
Or maybe you could just watch me suffer

Put my head into your chest
Embrace me tightly

And my arms around your back
Let me hold onto you

I am not beautiful like you
I am not as attractive as you

I hate the way you look at me
I despise the judgement in your gaze

I hate the way you trend
I abhor the way you act trendy and follow fads

Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance
Sarcastic repetition of the need for tolerance, suggesting it is insincere

Die alone
I will die without friends or companionship

Your just a waste of time
You are not important or valuable

Your such a waste of skin
You are not worth even the skin on your body

Your just a puppet on a string
You are being controlled or manipulated by someone else

Now let me hear you sing
Now let me hear you sing your meaningless words and false promises

Failed a secret agent
He failed as a covert or secretive individual

The one who makes you famous
The one who makes you popular or well-known

But she'll take you down with force
But she will use aggression to cause your downfall

A patriot of course
A loyalist to their country

He's got a sense of style
He has a good fashion sense or artistic eye

A sense for our revival
A feeling that we need to change and improve

But he wonders which is worse
But he is unsure which is more detrimental

The contract or the curse
The written agreement or the curse placed upon him

Well I'm divided
I am conflicted

In every segment
In every part of my life

One for god and man to fight for
One for religion and humanity to struggle over

One for you and me to die for
One that we would be willing to die for

One for land
One for property or territory

Take my hand cause your divine
Join me, because you are god-like in some way

Put my head into your chest
Rest my head on your chest

And my hands around your neck
Place my hands around your neck, a potentially violent action

Now let me watch you! SWING!
Now let me watch you suffer or experience hardship

Tip toe
Walk carefully and quietly

Are you happy now?
Are you content with the outcome?

Take my hand
Join me or follow me

Cause your divine
Because you are god-like in some way

Your divine, your divine, your divine
Repetition of the belief that someone is god-like