• puppets


    sir, will you show me the way
    cause im so helpless
    so afraid.
    i know im just another one of your little puppets
    a pretty painted face
    hidden away by this performance
    this show
    this stage.
    x
    a pretty little puppet
    so sad
    a shame
    do you no know her feelings?
    do you even know her name?
    x
    sir's sweet disguised massacre
    no one ever suspects
    but a cute little puppet
    and her sweet puppeteer.
    x
    she weeps in the darkness
    when she is alone on her shelf
    her sadness to roam
    only when she is by herself.
    x
    and then the stage lights are lit
    dreaded curtains be drawn
    sir's pretty little puppet
    must just play along.
    x
    for sir puppeteer
    does not know his sweet puppet
    she longs to end this inprisonment
    be freed from his hands
    when she can be happy
    when she's freed from his trance.
    x
    and poor puppeteer
    he shrugs in his innocence.
    what performance? he questions.
    what sadness?
    what fear?
    x
    sweet sir puppeteer
    for he is not the one to blame
    yes, it was the puppet
    so confused
    so mundane.
    x
    good sir puppeteer
    that nice charm you possess
    your oblivion does not notice
    it kills
    it hurts
    then it poisons the rest.
    x
    sweet cute little puppets
    must realize the fact
    they must escape sir's dark prison
    with their hearts still intact.
    x
    if those sweet little puppets
    do not want to be hidden by show
    those sweet little puppets
    they must leave him.
    go.