Puppet master,
Puppet master,
Here I pull the strings.
Try to run away from me,
Your legs will start to sting.
Try to fight, your wrists are tied,
One tug will drag you back.
Try to cut the strings loose,
Your world will fade to black.
Puppet master,
Puppet master,
Who I really am?
Behind the cloak,
Behind the smoke,
Behind a covered hand?
No one really knows for sure,
No one knows but I.
But in this world I pull the strings,
I choose who will live or die.
Puppet master,
Puppet master,
You who seeks me out.
"I found your name,
I know your game",
You try to scream and shout.
But I will laugh and tug the strings,
And make you dance and fly.
For I am a puppet master,
And I choose for you to die.
