Puppet Parade

Composed by：Chris Rakestraw/Dave Mustaine/Dirk Verbeuren/Teemu Mäntysaari

Produced by：Dave Mustaine/Chris Rakestraw

I punch a clock I play a role but everyday it's the same

The party's loud and the drinks are cold but nothing dulls the pain

I bite my tongue and sell the lie pretend that I belong

Another shot another high make it a double and make it strong

No voice no choice you must obey

When the blood runs cold in the plans we've made

Where the strings are pulled and the traps are laid

Where the lies are truth and our lives are trade

As we march in line in a puppet parade

I ride the edge I twist the blade just try to spark a flame

But all the colors start to fade and blur into the same

They say I've got it all yeah right a king without a crown

But when I crash against the floor I barely make a sound

No voice no choice you must obey

When the blood runs cold in the plans we've made

Where the strings are pulled and the traps are laid

Where the lies are truth and our lives are trade

As we march in line in a puppet parade

Strings tied to my back

As I smile like a hangman you know it's an act

It's a curse tied to charade

As they dance for the crowd in a puppet parade