“Ill stain my hands with your blood paint it on the walls to show my guilt my pride my honer blinded by sun damned never to live in it pale from the dark of the night eyes so blue known as sky a soul lost in the fires of hell controlling my every move pull the strings tight, let me feel the strain the pain I dance for you, you make me crawl on my knees pull the strings tight...tighter...and tighter..feeling it tear into my flesh they wont break..my heart will before these strings... I am your puppet.. I was nothing more but a game to you.. does it show?...”
