outspoken, they pull the puppets   by the strings around their eyes   while the telltale bricks of our politics   caress romanticide      trading martyrs and trends   for worlds that lack life   so the colors can breathe the sky      so heard the manics   that their shadow is set in stone   it's easy to get lost when you've found your home   but who's to count   now that the pendulum is gone   for every other click   there's something else your mind lets slip      a bird's eye view from the stars   shows the epitome of who we are   chased in a maze by a crazed cuckoo clock   dancing in the shadows of an intricate time bomb   -   and out of the womb we'll get lost   and we'll burn too, right by the cross   and by that cross where we got lost   robbing all the banks and staring at the stars   -   this is just the politics   this is just the poison   an eighty proof treason   before we're hung over   -   what do i see as i stumble around   your body is resting in the crevice of a cloud   casting a spell, i'll shift the sky   so the tears won't wake you when the angels cry      20,000 strings   entangled waltzing wings   quetzalcoatl screams for a melody she sings   embrace these bloodshot eyes   as i'm pulling back the pins   cause where i'm going next   they don't let the angels in      now they're broken by the tides   these strings around their eyes   while they show in melodies   pieces seen for the first time      while the rest remain enthralled   by the shadows on the wall   as a closing curtain sings   "the majority will fall"   (and these melodies enthrall   waltzing colors on the wall   but i still refuse to sing   "the majority will fall")