He decides war or peace
He decides parade or feast
He decides to give or take
What to read, what promises to make
He decides on how to live
He decides what to believe
Who's a friend and who's a foe
Otherwise we cannot really know

Who's a patriot, who’s a spy
A shadow or a stare?
Who's to live and who is to die
A puppet or a man?

Smiling faces, cozy beds
People drawn by the threads
In the meantime you might think
That they dance by themselves
The thread goes up into the void
He pulls a trick out of his sleeve
And we foolishly believe
It’s not a show but it’s for real

Who's a patriot, who’s a spy
A shadow or a stare?
Who's to live and who is to die
The will of the Catcher in the Lie
A puppet or a man?

The show is over
The master arrives
He puts an end to sly and artful lies

Who's a patriot, who’s a spy
A shadow or a stare?
Who's to live and who is to die
The will of the Catcher in the Lie
A puppet or a man?

The show is over
The master arrives
He puts an end to sly and artful lies
Riches turn to rugs in a blink of an eye

Scared to death? - That’s good to know!
Watch! Some freaking talk-show!

Who's a patriot, who’s a spy
A shadow or a stare?
Who's to live and who's to die
The Will of the Catcher in the Lie
A puppet or a man?

The show is over
The master arrives
He puts an end to sly and artful lies
Riches turn to rugs in a blink of an eye