Number One Son Pulling Strings
I need a place to rest my feet
What is this bed of nails offering
But little comfort and no peace
You know it makes me wander
Why those strings are pulling me
In so many ways when I heard you say
That "every move should be discreet"
Is it enough to wonder
You ought to know
As the beggar leads the blind
With a promise and he'll lose his way
Because the life he left behind
Was all a show
To your tune he moved in time
With the promise that he'll undеrstand
That life he had to leavе here
And then in tongues the voice speak
Recounting all my miseries
By chasing shadows I have seen
A sadness so undignified
But when these ties have been released
I will regain my independence
And in the face of all this greed
I will forget the hunger
You ought to know
As the beggar leads the blind
With a promise and he'll lose his way
Because the life he left behind
Was all a show
To your tune he moved in time
With the promise that he'll understand
That life he had to leave here
History repeats itself
You ought to know
As the beggar leads the blind
With a promise and he'll lose his way
Because the life he left behind
Was all a show
To your tune he moved in time
With the promise that he'll understand
That life he had to leave here
You ought to know
As the beggar leads the blind
With a promise and he'll lose his way
Because the life he left behind
Was all a show
To your tune he moved in time
With the promise that he'll understand
That life he had to leave here
