your demeanour looks as lonely as mine
let's play a game to pass the lengthy time
i'll attach strings to your arms at the wrist
you'll grow on me like an internal disgusting cist
a puppet to society is what you made me look like
i know its my fault for allowing you to hold tight
now it is my turn to ready you for the show
i'm glad you're feeling so shameful and low
in control of me is what you thought you had
there's a feeling inside thats bleeding extremely sad
turn the lights on, let's start this morbid show
you're a puppet, dead, with no tag on your toe
i'll hold you up from rafters in my attic
show your little body for your family i will attack
tied up and bound watching in horror at our surprise
it'll be a documentary of you and all the fucking lies
a sick sick life has takin me by storm
but what's so great about living life in the norm
when the curtains close and the police hit the scene
a gruesome horror show with no breath left to scream.......
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