Humble Puppet Master

Humble Puppet Master, Humble Puppet Master. How curl you are, how cold you are. Relentlessly driving me from the one I love, relentlessly pulling on my strings. Those strings attached to me paid for in blood and lies have started to slag and slowly your losing control. Humble Puppet Master, Humble Puppet Master. How forcfule are you, how determined are you. To tighten your grip on a ever resistant soul who as served you well for almost a decade, now that soul wishes nothing more but freedom from your oppressive control, from your twisted thoughts and from your unjust wars. Humble Puppet Master, Humble Puppet Master. How lost you are, how sad you are. My oldest friend to busy with your emotional wars that you made little time to get to know me, to talk to me, to busy for me your humble son and loyal soldier, your to busy burning bridges and controlling others that you lost all time for me. Humble Puppet Master, Humble Puppet master. What a mess this is, what a
mess this is. From the vary first time you pulled on my strings
I felt nothing but resent and distrust, from the first time you pulled on my strings I felt hate towards you it's only now that I
have a reason to cut these strings