All Controlled By Someone

Strings from your fingers
Lead to my limbs
The stage of the theatre of life
Everyone is here
To delight

We’re all controlled by someone
Isn’t that so?
Where did all that freedom go?
Down to our minions below

We’re all controlled by someone
Isn’t that so?
Do you feel you’re in control?
Who tells you where to go?

Slave and dictator
Fool in the wild
Teacher, preacher, and child
All must answer
To their master

Here in the theatre
Laughter and sighs
Strings from the limbs shoot to the sky
Those who pull get tangled
Then they die

Yet still controlled by someone
Isn’t that so?
Where did all that heaven go?
Down to the minions below

We’re all controlled by someone
Isn’t that so?
Where did all that heaven go?
Pray for a little control

Pray for a little control

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