Clockwork


It's like clockwork
The way that we dance around
Circling one another
Seeking a path to take
Like an endless dream
We're on cloud nine
We see what makes us happy
Uncaring of the warnings told to us
We live by our own rules

Dazed and confused
Drunk off last night's binge
It hurts as we go about the day
Prancing around on strings
Lead by the puppeteer
Lost without his guiding hand
We are a puppet
Dancing to his rhyme
Unable to stop
He has us trapped
like flies in a spiders web
We start to break

A new day starts
Our strings pulled tight
Like clockwork the devil wins again

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