Puppeteer

I bet you want me dead

I bet you'd rather see me with dirt above my head

I bet you tell everyone you meet

That you taught me everything I know

That's not the way that the story goes

So keep on swinging, keep your bullshit coming

And I promise you that I will hit the ground running

Towards your family, your friends

And everything you've ever loved

I swear to you, you won't be sorry enough

Go get your matches

Yeah go get your kerosene

Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean

And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth

It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve

I recognized this was a part of your plan

Controlling me like a puppet tied to your hands

You had me fooled when this had all just began

Keep sitting tall looking down from the thrown that's in your head

Tell me more about how you know who I'm supposed to be

These bloodshot eyes keep on showing me that you're a disease

(A heartless being)

Go get your matches

Yeah go get your kerosene

Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean

And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth

It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve

Puppeteer, pulling strings on everything that you get near

I bet you'd rather see me dead

Than to have my success fall on your head

Well I'm glad that I made myself clear

Puppeteer

Go get your matches

Yeah go get your kerosene

Keep spilling bullshit about things you don't mean

And the filth that you spit through the cracks in your teeth

It's more disgusting than the crust on your sleeve

I recognized this was a part of your plan

Controlling me like a puppet tied to your hands

You had me fooled when this had all just began

Keep sitting tall looking down from the thrown that's in your head