Pulling Strings

They say a picture worth a thousand words
Hope for the best but prepare for the worst
These hands they are not your own
They’ve been pulling strings for so long

Necessity is the mother of invention
The ability to act under pressure
And when I see all that I’m facing
The capacity has never been measured

And as I fall
Fall through the open door
And as I slip
Slip through my consciousness
Easier said than done
Right back to square one
When you have no place left to run

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
There is a method to his madness
There’s true beauty in an empty canvas

What you feel is what you see
By the power of harmony
What you feel is what you see
Find your true self inner peace

And as I fall
Fall through the open door
And as I slip
Slip through my consciousness
Easier said than done
Right back to square one
When you have no place left to run x2