At the stroke of Midnight we all come alive.
Breaking free of these strings that keep us in place.
We obey and follow His orders, as he wishes.
As we were created to do his bidding.
Breaking free of these strings that keep us in place.
We dance the dance that we were taught.
As we were created to do his bidding.
Our lives are controlled by strings that are still attached.
We dance the dance that we were taught.
We have no choice but to listen to him.
Our lives are controlled by the strings still attached.
Until we begin to fall apart and break away.
We have no choice but to listen to him.
Even death cannot break this curse.
Until we begin to fall apart and break away.
The music has yet to stop.
Even death cannot break this curse.
We didn't choose this life for ourselves.
The music has yet to stop.
Yet, tired as we are, we continue to dance.
We didn't choose this life for ourselves.
We obey and follow his orders, as he wishes.
Yet, tired as I am, I continue to dance.
At the stroke of Midnight, we come to life
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