Puppet Master...

Care to play...
From the day the ribbon entwined with my soul I was trapped
My body frozen to your every command
Its movement and words foreign but exotic on my tongue
I do everything you say
And you still hold the strings
The strings to my heart to my soul
And to my every movement
I copy your every move
Like I was your shadow
But only a darker version
If that was true
Satan would bow down
You know no bounds
You feel neither pain nor love
And no care for those underneath the puppet masters string
We are your puppets to control
We are your toys, captured to pleasure you and you only
We are puppets and you pull the string,
Take a Bow and now we play..........
Published: 5/5/2007
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