Puppet Master's Play

Working his hands
Screwing them tight
Making their outfits
Setting the lights
Tightening the peices breaking the seals
Surrender dismay
Puppet master's play

All round fake
How much more can we take?
Death blooms dilling his mind
Yet again another survivor
Try one more time
Failing dreams of mistrace blinding away

Controlling thoughts
Dishonesty
Compulsive threat of majesty
Decline my life into your heart
I am his desease

All round fake
How much more can we take?
Death blooms dilling his mind
Yet again another survivor
Try one more time
Failing dreams of mistrace blinding away

The smile premade
Plastic ready and paid
The hair perfect just laid
The eyes ever brightened
The figure so breath taking
Perfect in everyway
Painful to look at his work
Force fed dilvery
Let me fall
Snap, I shatter
Throw me away
This syndrome of puppet master's play