Puppet-man, puppet-man,
why rain on their parade...

We were sitting in a cafe
when the dark clouds swept in...

The wisest of God's creatures
Sits at home and schemes up plots...

The wind caresses
the angry but loving earth...

They spread on so thick;
all those lies...

Messing up
Had never felt so good before...

It's kind of like yelling at a Rock and Roll Show,
It's kind of like walking through the forest real...

Your smile graces my mind
Like butterfly kisses...

I sit in my room,
A cold and hard November...

Ungodly rage;
Consuming everything internal...

O what beast
Has been born...

A pitter and a patter,
Spitter and spatter...