Tangled in wires of iron
Strangled by strings of despair
The rusted needle of your compass crumbled into dust
You waste of hate are a shame to yourself
The curtain fell the play begins
Your naked carcass is exposed
Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
All the marks that you've left were swallowed by the tides
You're nothing more but a ghost from the past
Your life has left you in the dark
Now strings come sprouting from your hands
Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
Give up on this worthless struggle
You've delivered your soul to the deepest of black
Let go of your last hopes
From now on the great showmaker will make your lifeless moves
Hear the craving of the doll
One cut will settle this once and for all
And for all
Nigh is the end of this dread show
And so the master's rhythm will stagnate
Now the scissors come to cut your strings
The magic fades away