[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe]      And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men   Who carved in stone our future and our past   Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages   And hear the chanting of a mind's collapse   In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave   From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade   The tower bells are pounding like a drum   Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave   And people praise the God they've stolen from   In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver   They're seeking out the non-believers, and in these masks you'll never see us   You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain   God forgive them, will they ever learn   Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night   Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight