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Dancing on these cursed strings
Feeling all the pain they bring
I've gotta break free
I've just gotta BREAK FREE!!
You wanna make me dance until I die
Stick my own finger in my eye
Make me serenade all your lies
You torture me despite my cries
Puppet! Master!
I've gotta break your curse
Puppet! Master!
Or you'll be calling me a hearse
Puppet! Master!
Your marionette strings feel like a noose
Puppet! Master!
So grab the blade and cut me loose
Your pulls and jerks hurt me so
More than you could ever know
You make me writhe, you make me crawl
Someone cut the strings and watch me fall
Puppet! Master!
I've gotta break your curse
Puppet! Master!
Or you'll be calling me a hearse
Puppet! Master!
Your marionette strings feel like a noose
Puppet! Master!
So grab the blade and cut me loose
Dancing on these cursed strings
Feeling all the pain they bring
I need to break free
Or its rest in peace for me
- by The Mad Land Monarch |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/26/2013 |
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