Standing Ovation

They are the masters of the string,
We are but puppets in a scene.

Hello, I can see you there,
An unwanted companion I can feel your glare,
If you call the shots,
Then throw me off the edge,
I want your voices out of my head.

Out of control,
Out of mind,
If I had a voice would it be mine

Just cut me loose,
Just set me free,
Please, oh God, just let me be.

Just the martyrs of an unseen campaign,
To gouge out our eyes and sculpt our brains,
If we are just puppets,
And they are just hands,
Becomes self aware,
Take a stand.