The show comes to a close for this puppet
Cut my strings, set me free my savior
Away from everyone and everything my master
Cut me away from life, from civilization
Let me, the puppet, whittle away and die
I've been born to serve you
I'd never say anything you wouldn't want to hear
I'd let my innermost self die
Just so my pain is visible and clear
You've exiled me, I was out of use
So now I will roam this land alone
Always searching for myself by myself
But my name will forever be marked unknown
Through wicked clans and buried lands
I chart my travels alone
What are you going to do
When the same coward arises as an entity of one
The persona of a man tied by strings
Once manipulated although the memories that were never gone
Rises to power through his new found self
It seems like karma has come to strike
You've seen it coming through the blackness of the night
But as sudden as the flash of a light
The kingdom falls, while you scramble and run for the remainder of your life
And now the puppet strings the master
Locked in time and forever, left to dance
Will the former puppet, born a mad man release his prey?
Not the slightest chance
Dance for the remainder of your life
As long as you're tied to these strings
You'll dance to the music
Of my suicidal song