Puppet Charm

Filled with a puppet charm
 Strung through the holes in my arms
 This web once so loose has pulled tight
 Hung by the need that I want
 No charm could hold a taste so bitter
 No game has ever tricked me better
 I want to sink in here
 Where I hide from it all
 Fill every hole in my wall
 These clear slick strings get tangled
 So quick the marionettes are strangled
 Their frozen tongues are hung
 In the junkies hall
 Death a trophy on the wall
 Their weak wooden arms can't pull out
 They're stuck with the corpse they strung up
 Their dusty grins are
 Floating like a broken holy ghost
 Velvet fingers wrapped around my throat
 No charm could hold a taste so bitter
 No game has ever tricked me better
 I want to sink in here