Oh, I can't keep from mourning
For this topsy-turvy world
With all its strife and pain
Mourning for the lost
And the desperate children
Who can't remember their names

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the Devil laughing
And its ringing in my ears

Oh, long ago he chose us
To inherit all his kingdom
And we were blessed with light
But wondering away
We disobeyed him
In the Garden
And stumbled in to night

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the angels weeping
And it's ringing in my ears

CHORUS:
We are all like foolish puppets
Who desiring to be kings
Now lie pitifully crippled
After cutting our strings

But God said, "I'll forgive you
I will face you man to man
And win your love again"
Oh, how could there be possibly
A greater gift of love
Than dying for a friend?

And I can feel it in my soul
Now the end is getting near
I can hear the Devil laughing
And it's ringing in my ears

(Repeat Chorus)
Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
Oh ah...Cutting our own strings
Oh ah