I look at all of them.
The each have certain qualities that make them the perfect choice.
This one is gorgeous
And This one has the perfect voice
But I see that one standing in the corner
She's lovely but quiet
A foreigner
She has the scars that I sent upon her
She believed it was her fault
She will think that much longer
She was the perfect target
Watching her world fall apart
I took her mother
I took her father
Now that was just the start
Now as the puppet master
I control her
She will do it herself
Slowly not faster
For you see I will always stay
and I will always be
The puppet master
She shall learn to fear me
