
Puppet Show
miniah· 4:49 · 72 plays · v3-preview
- symphonic power metal
- choral symphony
- symphonic prog
- string arrangements
Lyrics
Prelude
Choirs whisper secrets sewn beneath the stone
Old shadows gather where the cold wind moans
Silver banners trembling in the morning gloom
Candles flicker warnings for a kingdom doomed
Verse 1
Footsteps echo slow through empty halls
Dust of remembrance lines the crumbling walls
We watch from the rafters, faces half-seen
Judgment lingers thick in the air between
Echoes of laughter lost in the frost
Promises broken, the hopeful are tossed
Heavy is silence that follows all things
Waiting for truth to return from within
Verse 2
You walk in the room like the world knows your name
A crown made of mirrors, a throne made of shame
You talk like the truth bends just to your will
But every word’s empty, just noise to kill
Pre-Chorus
You build up your tower on shaky ground
But the higher you climb, the further you drown
You call it a kingdom, we call it a show
And deep down you already know
Chorus
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
Verse 3
You paint over cracks with a confident face
But the color runs off when it’s put to the test
You sell your illusion like it’s something real
But you can’t hide the doubt you refuse to feel
Pre-Chorus
You shout in the silence to drown out the sound
Of everything honest breaking you down
You call it control, but it’s slipping away
And you can’t outrun what you fake every day
Chorus
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
Bridge
The lights come down and the masks all fall
No more pretending, no more standing tall
What you built on pride starts to break and swing
And you realize you were never pulling anything
Instrumental Break
Final Chorus
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
You are the puppets and we hold the strings
You have no clue or where to begin
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