puppets

Puppets

 

 

 

Now cut those strings and watch the host

I’m the one who controls the most

My wooden plus keeps you down

And your voice is mine in the sound

 

I call the shots

And I pull the strings

I can make you dance

I control everything!

 

You’re just my puppets

So weak and helpless

No free will now

Now put on a show

 

No those strings aren’t illusions

All this fun’s for my amusion

I yanked up one side

Then the other

I see your face now changing color

 

Quit resisting

And stop your struggle

You’re getting me off

Just go limp

I’ll do the rest

 

You’re so small and helpless

While I stand tall

No more being hurt

From controlled to master I convert!