my arms are pulled with clear tight strings
and this face I wear is fake
the only lipstick I use is black duct tape
which drowns out the only sounds I make

rosey cheeks painted on
as if I belong
but they all think I’m psycho
walking on a tightrope

because there is no net at the bottom
and I do not have very good balance
I live in a cave deep in the forest
but on stage I appear to be flawless

you may wonder why I let them use me
but you see I have no where else to go
they’re recruiting girls to join our show
theres only a few requisites they need to know

they like tall thin girls
with legs as long as buildings
our girls are young and more than willing
only they don’t care for all the killing

before they can perform
our girls go through a quick operation
men go into the brain
and take what made them sane

I am puppet girl
pulled by the people who
make decisions for me
cut off from will; an amputee