Burn the strings

by kyle   Jul 11, 2007


You use me as your puppet,
but you say your my friend
you use us all for your pleasure
you use us all for your fun
If only you knew what it felt like
to be the puppet for once
you are the sadistic puppeteer making us walk on coals
you are our demon disguised as an angel, thrusting us against the walls
I refuse to remain the puppet, i will burn the strings
and slit the throat of the puppeteer
all your puppets will fall
all your puppets will learn
to become there own person
to become alive and stop living at your whim
you are loved so much and you use it just to get a good laugh
what will you do when i am free?
what will you do when i can see?
what will you do when i can walk?
what will you do when i can talk?
i know what you will do
you will, i know you will
RUN! run for your life because im not a puppet anymore
I am coming for you, i enjoy a good chase RUN!
I'll get you, thats a promise for tonight i burn the strings
and i fall to the ground
tonight i burn the strings
and i'll chase you around
to the ends of the earth for the pain you have caused
is unbearable at the least, you've caused more pain
then you can ever know and i will burn the strings
and i will get you
and i will tie and bind you to a wooden slab
and i will be the puppeteer and you my puppet
so i advise you do what you cna to stop me
for tonight i burn the strings
and i walk,talk and kill alone

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