Changing the scene

Pulling the strings and guiding the things
I'm on a wheel spinning round and round
up on the shelf I know it's someone else
creating chaos all throughout my town
I'm listening strong and I've been living too long
with a game that I just can't win
they hold me with illusion and feed me the delusion
that I've just got to try again

I see you pulling the lever I see that you're clever
but I just want a try at the wheel
you make a move that you know I couldn't prove
but I've got The right kind of feel
so don't go back to the fear of the lack
because my body is a proven machine.
You can walk the storm but you can't keep me warm
and that's why I'm changig up the scene.