I see the strings on which you dance
I see a handle in a hand
But I can’t see you
No I can’t see you
Senses numbed by dull routine
No deviating from the mean
Down the scraper halls
On the walk in walls
Live like a puppet
Why don’t you stop it
Who is behind the eyes you see
I call you who you call me
As light shines through
To the eye of you
Your so much more than the clothes you wear
The weight of a heart or the size of your hair
Does a mirror view
Reflect you
Jump when they tell you
Buy what they sell you
All the unkind things they said
Are now the voices in your head
Say you can’t be you
Say it isn’t true
Redefine subconscious script
tables in your temples flip
To yourself be true
Live your life as you
Live on a marble
It all get’s garbled
Manifesting random chance
In predeterminded circumstance
See I can’t be you
Me I can’t be you
Hear the sound of your own voice
Is it fate or is it choice
Can you choose what’s true
Or does the truth choose you
No longer spiteful
Truth is delightful
Live as if you can choose