Wounded World

I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too

A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints

Once, you were on my side

But I will make you wish that I had died

I had died

I had died

I had died

I had died

Wounded



Oooo



Thanks for all of your health and perfection

Oh yeah

The machines

We have built

For the end



Another year, another friend or foe

Burn their cities, scorch the earth below

The times have changed and so too have our needs

This time it's you on which the fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Fire feeds

Wounded



If you laugh at my jokes

You will pay for it, oh yeah

When your friends are enemies

You'll be sold



Thanks for all of your health and perfection

Oh yeah

The machines

We have built

For the end



Wounded

World

Wounded