Lyrics:
Motive hidden - eye made of woodNothing is evil - nothing is goodAlways precision - each thing in placeShapeless and splintered - awkward no gracePuppets marching, strictly in timeMovement predestined, tugs on the linePride in their engines - thought on the waneCaring unheard of - against the grainPuppets marching, hear the wind whineGusting and howling, tugs on the linePuppets marching, told to feel fineScared to be thrown back, tugs on the linePuppets marching, faulty designStrain overloading, fractures the linePuppets marchingPuppets marchingPuppets marchingPuppets die