[Verse 1]

You and me, baby do you see

The strings that you attached to me?

You move my leg, you move my arm -

Love remains mechanical, life has lost its charm

Your hands form an "o", my lip shapes to what you decide and

My head is tied to a turnstile to you abidin'

You move my trigger finger to my mouth -

If you don't lift me up you can let me slouch

[Chorus 1]

Every one of us a puppet in our own single way -

Our heads made of wood and our stuffing made of hay

Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day -

In the end it's up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway -

Every day you live painted in the same shades of grey

Colour is the spice you need to freshen life today -

Don't let them get into your head and wake without delay

[Verse 2]

Don't point your finger or look around for anyone to blame -

You know it's true!

You think mankind will never be the same without you too?

Feel your heat, move your feet, step aside and off the grid

Laid out for you -

"Soul for sale, A+ will deal again!" you hear them ballyhoo

All you feel in your hands is the handle of a gun -

Never wasted a thought, do another hit-and-run

Kiss your conscience goodbye, take your life to the grave -

Pulled the trigger on your mate, did you think that was brave?

[Chorus 2]

Every one of us a puppet in our own single way -

Our heads made of wood and our stuffing made of hay

Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day -

In the end it's up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway -

Every day you live painted in the same shades of grey

Colour is the spice you need to freshen life today -

Don't let them get into your head and wake without delay

[Verse 3]

Cut off your strings break free again -

Open your eyes and see again

Love and feel again

Get up and shine again -

Like a phoenix rise from ashes to the sky and then:

Like a whirlwind storm in and fix for them

What they never could have done without you atm

It's like 5 to 12pm

You pass a CCTV cam

No time for a telegram

Never been so late till then

[Middle-8]

You no longer are a puppet for their own selfish game -

You no longer are a puppet on a string

You now managed to stand on your own feet -

All that remains: a taste so bittersweet

Of a time when you were wound up like a toy -

A time when you were used as their own decoy

Of a time when life did feel so wrong -

Taking out their orders all day long

[Chorus 3]

There are thousands of puppets in the world of today -

Their heads made of wood and their stuffing made of hay

Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day -

In the end it's up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway -

Every day they live painted in the same shades of grey

Colour is the spice they need to freshen life today -

You need to get into their heads and wake them up without delay

There are thousands of puppets in the world of today -

Their heads made of wood and their stuffing made of hay

Armies made of cold-blooded killers in a day -

In the end it's up to you whether you move or if you stay

Every single move is directed anyway -

Every day they live painted in the same shades of grey

Colour is the spice they need to freshen life today -

You need to get into their heads and wake them up without delay