I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints Once, you were on my side But I will make you wish that I had died I had died I had died I had died I had died Wounded Oooo Thanks for all of your health and perfection Oh yeah The machines We have built For the end Another year, another friend or foe Burn their cities, scorch the earth below The times have changed and so too have our needs This time it's you on which the fire feeds Fire feeds Fire feeds Fire feeds Fire feeds Wounded If you laugh at my jokes You will pay for it, oh yeah When your friends are enemies You'll be sold Thanks for all of your health and perfection Oh yeah The machines We have built For the end Wounded World Wounded