I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too   A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints   Once you were on my side   But I will make you wish that I had died.   I had died.      Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah   The machines we have built for the end.      Another year, another friend or foe   Burn their cities, scorch the earth below   The times have changed and so too have our needs   This time it's you on which the fire feeds.   Fire feeds.      If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah   When your friends are enemies, you'll be sold....      Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah   The machines we have built for the end      Wounded. World. Wounded.