I think I love you. I know I’m wrong
But this is the journey they’ve put me on

I’m sleep walking. Trusting the voices in my head
I’m sleep waking. Believing everything they said

There goes my soul again. Pulling strings
I’d snip and snap at them but then
I wouldn’t be anything
I wouldn’t be anything
I wouldn’t be anything

Because soul is a puppeteer
Mind is a puppet

Remove the blindfold. You still won’t see
The soul agenda is classified trickery.

I’m sleep walking. Following an instinct
I’m sleep walking. Control is all but extinct

There goes your soul again pulling strings
You’d snip and snap at them but
You wouldn’t be anything
You wouldn’t be anything
You wouldn’t be anything

Because soul is a puppeteer
Mind is a puppet