Hanging By A Thread

We are hanging by a thread
Wrapped around our necks
Dancing like a braindead
Marionette
In the shadow of our master’s
Silhouette
Music playing
From a broken cassette
As we move as commanded
By the hands that dance
Above our heads

We are hanging by a thread
And if we are to have any hope
Of holding on another day
Then we have to find a way
To cut the rope
And break loose
From the noose
That controls our every move

Society is hanging by a thread
And if we don’t act
It’s going to snap
Our necks