No Amanda Palmer
To salvage
This slaughter...

...Dresden
Has burned and the dolls
Have turned to
Porcelain bombs

Napalm grins
Set off rifts as they
Detinate and infiltrate
The tattered streets

Placing devices in the crevices
Breaking the skin
Of society's intentions

Marionette
Marionette
See how they pirouette
Along the asphalt stage
With such grime and grace

They are as sly
As they are conspicuous

Breaching the premise

The cords which hold them together
Enable them to move in one accord
Making a noose
To nurse
The aching wounds
Of the lost ones
Let loose

[I told you they're vicious]

The malicous tactics
They misuse
Are not to be confused
With target practice

We're the dummies in the way
Watching dumbfully as they play
Us like wind up dolls

Wind us up and watch us go
We're the idiots
In this show

Marionette
Marionette
These puppets are not
One to play with