I disappear these days
in thoughts' corridors and alleyways
I try to explain
to lazy-eyed friends I've made
But they won't hear my case,
they see a body and they a face
But you see right through
the truth and mistakes
and you say:
"Marionette, clip your strings,
and descend from the stage where you're chained.
Come with me
in between the corridors and alleyways
that you fear.
Stay with me,
they will never know we were here.
Marionette, clip your strings,
and collapse from the stage that you have made
Marionette, cut all ties,
don't look back,
you have made your escape."