Is my life just not supposed to
?
Oh, where are these spoils of life?
Give it up if there's nothing to be had,
Give it up if there's nothing
Puppets, predictable
We the innocent people
Are we feeble? Are we feeble?
Take a look and what do you see
(The stage, the players)
But repetition of history?
(No lines, no director)
The best laid plans of mice and men
Are just meant to be laid once again
If my fate is truly in my hands
Then it's time to make an executive decision
Oh, where are these spoils of life?
Give it up if there's nothing to be had,
Give it up if there's nothing
Puppets, predictable
We the innocent people
Are we feeble? Are we feeble?
We are not the center of the Universe, and we'll never be
Is my life just not supposed to have any meaning?
Oh Plato, how wrong you were
Am I reasonless to reason thus?
Oh, where are these spoils of life?
Give it up if there's nothing to be had,
Give it up if there's nothing
Puppets, predictable
We the innocent people
Are we feeble? Are we feeble?
Is my life just not supposed to
?
Are we evil, are we evil?
Or just people, or just people?
Are we feeble, are we feeble?
As a people, or just evil?
Are we feeble, are we feeble?
Yes feeble, we're feeble.
And we are all rotating
If the World is a stage, the World as a stage,
Then all eyes are on us as the audience waits
I refuse to believe we are nothing more than a dot in the sky
There is reason we weren't given wings to fly,
We are grounded
And we are all rotating,
We are all rotating on an axis.