see them. all the puppets dance. no one knows who makes them move. the stylish and the outcast both. seems they've all got something to approve. dreamers dream of somewhere else. thinkers thoughts have turned somewhere else. i see the majority votes for the lie. it's such a simple choice. because the truth. it holds some pain. open eyes are closing now. after you see so much. you've just had enough. if something was real would it knock on your door. i wouldn't hold my breath. don't you know few things are for free. searching. are you tired yet. i was there long ago. still i move on. can you guess why