why do you think i'm a caricature?
it's a face made of wood that you see
just a man-made object, an illusion so pure
that you don't realise i'm not me

my strings are invisible
thin as the web
that was woven by legs (more than eight)
it's a trap that was laid out in many a bed
for a girl who experienced hate

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
call you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

a caricature of loneliness
of life that might have been
a skeletal sort of boneliness
ripped at all the seams
if i wasn't sure my desperateness
was not some kind of dream
then i would explore the onliness
i've known, i've had, i've been

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
can you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

you pull my strings tighter
i begin to rip
i know this will haunt my sleep
i'll slowly lose my grip

oh but jack, the siren is not chasing you
i can't bring myself to say it, though it's true
in a world so full of fancy and delight
surely sirens chase the bad guys through the night
but no

i'm just another broken puppet tangled in her strings
just another fallen angel seeking out her wings

why do you think i'm rebellious now?
why do you think i don't care?
why do you think i put things on my skin
and shave all my head of its hair?

i am an illusion, wood mixed with stone
a caricature you cannot trust
i've never done anything that i should
but i've done all the things that i must

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
can you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
can you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
can you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens
oh but jack the sirens call
can you hear the sirens
can you hear the sirens
hear the sirens call?

jack...

oh but jack, the siren is not chasing you
i can't bring myself to say it, though it's true
in a world so full of fancy and delight
why can't sirens chase the bad guys through the night?