Puppets - Twelfth Night

Motive hidden — eye made of wood

Nothing is evil — nothing is good

Always precision — each thing in place

Shapeless and splintered — awkward no grace

Puppets marching, strictly in time

Movement predestined, tugs on the line

Pride in their engines — thought on the wane

Caring unheard of — against the grain

Puppets marching, hear the wind whine

Gusting and howling, tugs on the line

Puppets marching, told to feel fine

Scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line

Puppets marching, faulty design

Strain overloading, fractures the line

Puppets marching

Puppets marching

Puppets marching

Puppets die