| Puppet strings must be cut from below | |
| There is no manifest destiny | |
| Under the light begging for mercy | |
| Poked and probed for the good of man | |
| There is no more truth today | |
| It washed away and no one noticed | |
| But I did | |
| And now I surrender | |
| Under the laughing eye of someone long lost | |
| Under the cold glow of purification | |
| And now I surrender | |
| Poked and probed for the good of man | |
| There is no more truth today | |
| It washed away and no one noticed | |
| But I did |