paroles de chanson Cut Your Strings - Sapiens

See the face of the man you call master
He pulls the strings and your life goes faster
Golden God in his tower on high
Dance your dance for the lord of the sky

Up on the hill he, seals your fate

And he laughs at your failures
And he mocks your saviours
Whilst you feed his coffers
With your sacrificial offers

It's hard to see but it's easy to know
Harder you fight, the further you go
Reality is a distant dream
Go to sleep, the worlds as dark as it seems

Up on the hill, he lies in wait

And he laughs at your failures
And he mocks your saviours
Whilst you feed his coffers
With your sacrificial offers

And there was no more laughter
Says the puppet master
Don't let him clip your wings
It's time to cut your strings

Oh my lord you're a thorn in my side
Feel I can run but I cannot hide
He without sin casts the first stone
So fucking rich from your ivory throne

I hear you slam those pearly gates
The day of judgement I cannot wait

And he laughs at your failures
And he mocks your saviours
Whilst you feed his coffers
With your sacrificial offers