Left without any
Reason to live
My plagues are many
And I've no first son to give

These empty sidewalks
Are cleansed by a flood
Where raindrops once mocked
Now there's only blood.

But it's blood that guides me,
Protects me and hides me
It's tales of melancholy
I cannot put behind me

The string's are finally cut,
I laugh as puppets fall
Limbs limp in the thick air,
Faces unknown to all.

Fiery rage and heroin
Reaving through my veins
Now I can see the strings again,
Constriction without pain.

And there's ony hatred, bleak and black,
In this monolithe city of gallow.
And All I feel now is theacute lack
Of a modern messiah so hallowed

All strings are cut,
I weep as puppets fall
Limbs limp in the thick air,
Souls unknown to all

These strings now severed
Can only hold false hopes and dreams
Now the scissors are in my hands
And it's my turn to cut at the seams

And now I'm falling with the rest
My body fills with regret
The city turns to nothing less
Than another jail to forget

My strings are gone; I'm finally free;
The bloody sidewalks are rushing at me
Now crimson sorrow is all I see
The bloody sidewalks are rushing at me

Forever falling wih the rest
My corpse fills with regret
As I become nothing less
Than one more falling marionette.