Pull my strings and make me dance.

Oh, puppeteer. Help me put on my mask and hide.

Hide behind a smile, hide behind a frown.

Just don't let them see what I really feel.

Oh, puppeteer. Only you see what's truly there.

 

Pull my strings and make me suffer.

Oh, puppeteer. What have you done to me?

I am nothing. Only a hollow shell with empty eyes.

My mind, too consumed with paranoia to love.

Oh, puppeteer. I thought that you would keep my secrets.

 

Pull my strings and make me die.

Oh, puppeteer. You have finished me.

My mind is broken, my body is torn apart.

Death shall be our last obsession.

Oh, puppeteer. Cut my strings and let me fall.

 

Cut my strings and I will soar.

Oh, puppeteer. You took me away and hid me from the world.

You stole my life and left me with nothing.

Now I am something, I am a beautiful song.

However hard you try to drown out my music, my melody will

reach the lost, the lonely, the puppets that you create.

Oh, puppeteer.  Your puppets are stronger than you think.