Puppet Strings

I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-turvy world with all its strife and pain Mourning for the lost and the desperate children who can't remember their name And I can feel it in my soul How the end is getting near I can hear the devil laughing And it's ringing in my ears Long ago he chose us to inherit all His kingdom And we were blessed with light But wandering away we disobeyed Him in the garden And stumbled into night and I can feel it in my soul Now the end is getting near I can hear the angels weeping And it's ringing in my ears We are all like foolish puppets Who desiring to be kings Now lie pitifully crippled after cutting our own strings But God said I'll forgive you I will meet you man to man And win your love again Oh how could there be possibly A greater gift of love Than dying for a friend And I can feel it in my soul How the end is getting near I can hear the devil laughing And it's ringing in my ears And I can feel it in my soul How the end is getting near I can hear the devil laughing And it's ringing in my ears Cutting our own strings Cutting our own strings Cutting our own strings