tell me why the more i stare off into the darkness my eyes dialate in size as i try and wait out the night the light starts to rise my mornin noon and nights if this is my life and it belongs to me than the one who controlls them puppets on them strings holdin back them missing pieces to what it means to be a father be a brother someones sister someone's mother tell me why when the light starts to rise my eyes dialate in size its not too late to take back what is mines my mornin noon and nights if this is the reason why i lead the blind too keep it pushing what would we find sifting through the darkness gritty is the dirt fake is what i find not too late to make it work sacret as the artifact's ancient as the heartattack i made it part of that life you used to be apart of urself needs to find out where u are on the map shes missin me missin them sheeps print in the cold shit beneath our feet im one of her puppets on a puppets on a string shes missin me missin the sheeps print in the cold shit beneath our feet im not gonna be a be her puppet on a string she advocates for the darkside of what life used to mean she wants what is mine i try to leave that side of us behind like Alanon i kept coming back becouse it was supposed to work she held no marrit where it hurts in my heart where life starts to parish unanware thats how were barried in the dirt and thats why shes missin the sheep prints in the cold shit beneath our feet i wont be a be her puppet on a string