you have the strings,
you the puppeteer
cruel and unforgiving
what can it be
that you seem to fear?
you have the strings
you are the puppeteer
there is nothing to say to you
yet you, you are so afraid
afraid of nothing
not anything, but nothing
and you can you be blamed?
the upperhand is yours
for your soul is so vile
it cares for naught
not because you don't want to
nor that you don't
more that you can't, and that you won't
what use is there in trying
when there can only be fear
he is not heard
nothing has to matter:
nothing to be heard
and nothing to be seen
nothing if you are not of
and if it cannot be
so what is it that you feel
if anything at all?
you are the puppeteer
he listens to your call
yet with a snap and a jerk,
it is he who shall fall
so how do you understand?
must it be another
or is it her indeed
why do you deceive us so
what is this face I see
who are you?
who are we?
you, with the strings
and the puppet is he.