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Tell me, is this what you wanted?
How was I supposed to know exactly what you were?
And how am I to act, when I don't even know my worth?
The minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days
So, tell me, is this what you wanted?
Hanging there suspended as someone pulled your strings
That night that I awoke I never even knew your name
The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years
So, tell me, is this what you wanted from me?
Or am I something else?
Is this what you wanted from me?
Or am I something else?
Who pulls on your strings?
We are the sand worn down from stone
And although we're scattered
Our voices sing your death song
We are the weight of the world's sorrow
And you will witness the strength of our souls
And our voices speak of death
Still hanging there suspended as someone pulls your strings
That night that I awoke I never even knew your name
The weeks turn into months and the months turned into years
Is this what you wanted from me?
Is this what you wanted from me?
We swear that you will soon meet your end
We are the sand worn down from stone
And although we're scattered
Our voices sing your death song
We are the weight of the world's sorrow
And you will witness the strength of our souls
And our voices speak of death
