Puppet strings must be cut from below
There is no manifest destiny
Under the light begging for mercy

Poked and probed for the good of man
There is no more [bad word] today
It washed away and no one noticed
But I did

And now I surrender
Under the laughing eye of someone long lost
Under the cold glow of purification
And now I surrender

Poked and probed for the good of man
There is no more [bad word] today
It washed away and no one noticed
But I did