Thought I was one of a kind, but I'm nothing special
What's under the pantomime, a puppet, a vessel?
I dreamt once upon a time, my body, a temple
'Til it was gutted to become a dollhouse for the devil
This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air
And I barely escaped being killed by a hair
"Great Wendigo, altruist, died for his friends"
Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends
I'm hungry for freedom like never before
The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor
Once I figure out how to unclip my wings
Guess who will be pulling all the strings?
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