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

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

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