The puppeteer pulls his poisoned strings
Embedded in infected flesh of the pathetic sinner.
I have to play all of his games.
Or he'll hurt me, distort me more.
With this knife, please take my life
Cause I can't take it anymore
He slices my flesh once again
Bleeding the tears of innocence, gone
In the land of lads far beyond
I've tried 2, 10, hundreds of times
Unconscious, but I shall soon wake again
To play his cruel games, suffer my pain.
Trapped, burdened in this hell of darkness
I try to scream, but no sound emits
Horrid fate, this is my curse.
But this is however, what I deserve.
