We are marionettes without strings~!
Prisoners without bondage~!
Yet, we are lost without them~!
Ghosts, who fancy themselves sane~!
Yet, I tell you all- all who are broken,
all who lack knowledge,
All who are sick, weary, and worn;
All you do is look for your strings~!
Your chains, you find them-
Where sadness lies; where hearts toll their swan songs-
You grab from the ground your twine~!
Hark- you fools hear me now!
You foolish bastards~!
Mad am I? Dance to your fancy, do I?
I am simply a marionettes without strings!
A prisoner without bondage~!
And a ghost who fancies himself sane~!
And nothing shall I ever be~!