Puppet Strings · letra

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