Gonna get this party started!
It’s all around me
And I can’t wish this away
You so amaze me, you took my monster away
Wake me, c’mon and wake me up now I
Want to cut of my strings and break
Loose of your control on me
Cut your strings and be free with me
Everybody, shake your body
Lift your hands, stop frontin’
You’re just a puppet, to all the marionettes...

Chorus
If you’re gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
And if you’re gonna jump, how high can you jump?
All you perpetrators be walkin’ round frontin’
What? You fakers afraid to stand for somethin’?
Why don’t ya stand up n’ break me off somethin?
Ya wanna make it outta sight?
Somebody wanna get live tonight?
We can hit that, flip that, settle the score
N’ ain’t nobody rock a crowd like this before
Ya wanna make it outta sight?
Somebody wanna get live tonight?
Like an earthquake, let it shake
Make the floor vibrate, Krutch y’all
Back to set the record straight

All y’all people, listen, it’s on
Krutch marauders we on a mission
Hittin’ ya with the ill ammunition
At war with the puppet master
I’ll bring it on if I had to
Rip it n’ leave the whole scene shattered
Like, chik, blaow! What ya think of me now?
I’m lettin’ my dawgs out, makin’ it loud so hear me shout
What? We be comin’ laced with bass
Hit the place with no trace
When we rock the space, everybody
Shake your body, lift your hands
Stop frontin’, you’re just a puppet
To all the marionettes...To all the people still sleepin’

Chorus


Written by Trevor McNevan, Steve Augustine, & Joel Bruyere ©2004 Thirsty Moon River Publishing (ASCAP) / TeeRawk Music (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Pockethood Publishing (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Spinning Audio Vortex (BMI) / WhatTheWhat Music Publishing (BMI/SOCAN)