Artista: Jars Of Clay
  Canción: Boy On A String

The marionette has your number 
Pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own 
Dragging you conscience on the stage 
And your heart gets rearranged, 
And you cannot tell your mentor from your Maker 
Look at the crowds bleeding with laughter 
Over the way you entertain at beckon call 
They don't see behind the lights or the painted background 
They just like to see you fall 

And you don't really mind 
And you're just wasting time 
And you don't feel anything 
You're a boy on a string 

I feel a sadness like Gapetto 
Watching the life that he created run away, 
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion 
And holding the remains of puppets that had rotted away 
One day the curtain will not open 
And all of the crowds will go away 
But sometimes those strings will choke you 
But until that day 

No you won't really mind 
And you're just wasting time 
And you don't feel anything 
You're a boy on a string 

And you don't really mind 
And you're just wasting time 
And you don't feel anything 
You're a boy on a string.