歌词
Something beyond me keeps pulling the strings
What a strange, beautiful thing
Persistent, unfaltering, like a machine
I can't say how much of it am I how much of it is me
Oh, I am just a fool
Who wants to believe it's more than a tool
Equipped with the illusion of influence
A byproduct-consciousness
Captive to the ceaseless frustration
Urging on the frantic expansion
And it's been said
All we do we do to spread
Stimulus after stimulus leading me
Holding my hand since the day I came to be
Trapped in this bottomless well
A dim ember in a boneheaded shell
Destined to fade since being lit
A hopeless puppet branded by fate
Set me free
Before I languish
Before I perish
I'll find it,
The way to flourish
To sever the bounds
Of simple desire
Free my essence
Unleash my fire