Puppet Strings

[Verse 1]
I can't keep from mourning
For this topsy-turvy world
With all its strife and pain
Mourning for the lost
And the desperate children
Who can't remember their names

[Chorus 1]
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears

[Verse 2]
Long ago, he chose us
To inherit all his kingdom
And we were blessed
With life
But wandering away
We disobeyed him in the garden
And stumbled into night

[Chorus 2]
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the angel's reaping
And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets
Who, desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our own strings

[Verse 3]
But God said, "I forgive you
I will face you man to man
And win your love again"
Oh, how could there be possibly
A greater gift of love
Than dying for a friend?

[Chorus 3]
And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears
We are all like foolish puppets
Who, desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our own strings

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Cutting our own strings
Oh, oh
Cutting our own strings
Oh, oh