The Puppeteer

Tangled in wires of iron
 Strangled by strings of despair
 The rusted needle of your compass crumbled into dust
 You waste of hate are a shame to yourself
 The curtain fell the play begins
 Your naked carcass is exposed
 Dance for the lord of broken souls
 The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
 Your life lies in his hands
 Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
 All the marks that you've left were swallowed by the tides
 You're nothing more but a ghost from the past
 Your life has left you in the dark
 Now strings come sprouting from your hands
 Dance for the lord of broken souls
 The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
 Your life lies in his hands
 Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
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 Give up on this worthless struggle
 You've delivered your soul to the deepest of black
 Let go of your last hopes
 From now on the great showmaker will make your lifeless moves
 Hear the craving of the doll
 One cut will settle this once and for all
 
 And for all
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 Nigh is the end of this dread show
 And so the master's rhythm will stagnate
 Now the scissors come to cut your strings
 The magic fades away