Will you cut these strings from my hands?
And will you let me test my own two feet?
Will you let me sing and dance,
without your assistance?
Will you let me live for myself?
Will you let me think without any doubt.
Will you let me drink that awful drink
that drives the devil out?
And now you're growing old,
can't manipulate the strings
to control your little play thing.
I will exact my revenge,
I'll come up with the perfect plan
now matter how long the span, of
Will you let me long for your love?
Will you let me cry for what I've done?
Will you return me to my cage,
of string and silence?