Marionettes on copper strings
They stare blindly into the crowd
who watch their antics
with appetites for illusion

Dance on platforms and perform
as the organ steam rises high
into the starry sky ignored
by those with focus on wooden dreams

We the masters and puppeteers
muster unction for the laughter
and gasps for the air that lingers
all to drain a well of tears

The clock strikes one
An hour undone
in places wasting
the moon and sun

The clock strikes two
with trappings new
and not one notices
what we do

The clock strike three
None here are free
and yet the crowd
so wound are happy

Watch and enjoy; you who buy
Draw down the curtains on your inner eye
Underestimate your very wealth
Life and love and dreams and health

No airship comes for fools awake
It's all a lie anyway
So rest and sleep here below
But make sure you watch the show