This Armistice

This Armistice

Receiving End Of Sirens (The)
(album: Between The Heart And The Synapse)

Your gross fabrication of pretense could bore,
Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted,
Just shy of something I could understand
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid-off parts

And now the only thing left to discuss is
The details of this armistice
We´ve come to this agreement...

Check my vitals
The truth is vile, but vital to this cause
I´ve been held hostage;
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity,
Give me something to rely on

We´re all puppets (Tell me who´s pulling the strings)
We´re all marionettes
We´re all puppets (Tell me who´s that you move for)
We´re all marionettes

These body parts are parts of plans,
Passed by my hands
My hands shake through handshakes,
Forsaken by my limbs
My limbs sing the hymns;
The hymns of a tyrant in a crumbling pantheon
As inhabitants will raise their fists and bid him to disarm

Check my vitals
The truth is vile, but vital to this cause
I´ve been held hostage;
A captive of this passive shell
Give me gravity, give me clarity,
Give me something to rely on

We´re all puppets (Tell me who´s pulling the strings)
We´re all marionettes
We´re all puppets (Tell me who´s that you move for)
We´re all marionettes