Pulling Strings

I need a place to rest my feet
 What is this bed of nails offering
 But little comfort and no peace
 You know it makes me wander
 Why those strings are pulling me
 In so many ways when I heard you say
 That "every move should be discreet"
 Is it enough to wonder
 You ought to know
 As the beggar leads the blind
 With a promise and he'll lose his way
 Because the life he left behind
 Was all a show
 To your tune he moved in time
 With the promise that he'll understand
 That life he had to leave here
 And then in tongues the voice speak
 Recounting all my miseries
 By chasing shadows I have seen
 A sadness so undignified
 But when these ties have been released
 I will regain my independence
 And in the face of all this greed
 I will forget the hunger
 You ought to know
 As the beggar leads the blind
 With a promise and he'll lose his way
 Because the life he left behind
 Was all a show
 To your tune he moved in time
 With the promise that he'll understand
 That life he had to leave here
 History repeats itself.
 You ought to know
 As the beggar leads the blind
 With a promise and he'll lose his way
 Because the life he left behind
 Was all a show
 To your tune he moved in time
 With the promise that he'll understand
 That life he had to leave here
 You ought to know
 As the beggar leads the blind
 With a promise and he'll lose his way
 Because the life he left behind
 Was all a show
 To your tune he moved in time
 With the promise that he'll understand
 That life he had to leave here