We'll dance across the stage
like the dolls we were born to be
let the strings be our guide
as we rest in conformity
We'll cry and sing at direction
the master at his mark
stay silent in our questions
without a stray remark
No need for our discretion
dreams, hopes, or desires
led blindly by the foolish
until we all expire.
Yet I will play the villain
and break my simple mold
scream freedom for my brothers
as this dance has gotten old
For I am called the bad guy
and the bad guy I shall be
I'll risk my own existence
for a chance to be called 'free'
yet the masters aren't happy
with a puppet with no ties
they cut down at my being
and call my proclamations 'lies'
I'll lay bare in my dark prison
watching others on their stage
no more strings for this old puppet
who swapped comfort for a cage.
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