People are puppets, held together with string.
There's a beautiful sadness [bad word] through him,
As he asked me to pray to the god
He doesn't believe in.

Time and again boys race to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow.
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.

He could'nt break surface tension
He looked in the wrong place for redemption

Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried anaethetize
Turn back the tide that drew him
He couldn't be saved
[bad word] through him

Time and again boys race to be men:
Impatient they start, fearful They end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow.
He drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.

He could not break surface tension.
He looked in the wrong place for redemption.

Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried anaethetize
Turn back the tide that drew him
But he could not be saved
[bad word] through him

Don't look at me with those eyes
I tried anaethetize
Turn back the tide that drew him
But he could not be saved
[bad word] through him
[bad word] through him
[bad word] through him