Tell me, Is this what you wanted?
How was I supposed to know exactly who 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 pulls 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 voice sings your death song.
We hold 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 turned 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 voice sings your death song.
We hold the weight of the world's sorrow
And you will witness,
The strength of our souls
And our voices speak of death
So, tell me, is this
What you really wanted?
