The Puppet Master high above
pulls the strings and makes them dance.
They cannot hear his wicked laugh,
they cannot see his evil glance.
Upon their world stage play their part
designed with malice by their lord,
don't understand his vicious heart
so they perform with one accord.
Their ties are gentle, they can't feel
the pull of his controlling strings.
He has them tear their earth apart
with all the pain that hatred brings;
yet in their thoughts they wonder why
so many hunger, suffer, die.