Our existence was just another mistake
We're puppets made for the sake of His show
Exchanging lifeless smiles as we wake
Somehow, putting a show, trying to be real
Our pains is just a substitute for regret
Our joys are just illusions, an unreachable desire
The things we cling to as we try to forget
That we are bounded, bounded by the strings
Strings of lies that entangles us in every twirl
As one tries to break-free of his mess