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Puppeteer of men
Holder of our strings
You force all of our movement
And make us dance your wicked dance
You twist us and contort us
Into a shape that suits you best
We hang here on our strings
Not much more than lifeless
Saying what you whisper
Moving as you will it -
Until one day you leave us
And the lifeless move no more
We only hang and wonder
Why after all this time you left us
To dangle here alone.
Then in the darkness you whisper
And in the darkness we say:
"You humans are unworthy"
"(We humans are unworthy)"
"To live the lives I give"
"(To live the lives you give)"
"So now I take them back"
"(So now you take them back)"
And with those words
He cuts our strings
And all at once we hit the ground
Then as the darkness is closing in
The last thing we all hear
Is the vicious cackle
Of our evil puppeteer.