Strings Lyrics - Appleseed Cast

In and out of phase 

The clock winds up the nations hands 

Falling on disgrace 

Watching pragmatists have plans 

Bringing down the face 

The woman hides the strings of death 

Stepping down the maze 

A broken life will bind a broken man 

In and out of phase 

The clock winds up the nations hands 

Falling on disgrace 

Watching pragmatists have plans 

To bringing down the face 

The woman hides the strings of death 

Stepping down the maze 

A broken life will bind a broken man 

In and out of phase 

The clock winds up the nations hands 

Falling on disgrace 

Watching pragmatists have plans 

To bringing down the face 

The woman hides the strings of death 

Stepping down the maze 

A broken life will bind a broken man 

A second hand can sell to a fading sense of self 

The wares and tools to break and make another hell 

The blindness we hide inside will make us carry more 

Empty cans and useless monuments of wealth 

And we could hold hands 

Bring back the sea 

And we could stand up 

We could believe