I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...

I wonder will they ever look back
will they stop and think...

A beaten dog
with its throat cut...

Hand me the dust of my shattered dreams
Wash them away in the river...

When i cried how could you laugh
When i bled how could you cut me...

A man chooses
A dog obeys...

Blood falls like rain
or are they tears...

You sit Right across the room
Separated by a thin sheet of light...

Broken pale wings
as i continue to stare at the Grey sky...

My soul screams to me
it wants to be free of flesh...

When i close my eyes i hear them
whispers of my doubts...

Inside i feel him
he wants to devour me...