Haste The Day - The Quiet, Deadly Ticking

Tell me, is this what you wanted? How was I supposed to know exactly what you were? And how am I to act when I don't even know my worth? The minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to days So, tell me, is this what you wanted? Hanging there suspended as someone pulled your strings That night that I awoke I never even knew your name The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years So, tell me, is this what you wanted from me? Or am I something else? Is this what you wanted from me? Or am I something else? Who pulls on your strings? We are the sand worn down from stone And although we're scattered Our voices sing your death song We are the weight of the world's sorrow And you will witness the strength of our souls And our voices speak of death Still hanging there suspended as someone pulls your strings That night that I awoke I never even knew your name The weeks turn into months and the months turned into years Is this what you wanted from me? Is this what you wanted from me? We swear that you will soon meet your end We are the sand worn down from stone And although we're scattered Our voices sing your death song We are the weight of the world's sorrow And you will witness the strength of our souls And our voices speak of death So tell me is this what you wanted?