Autobiography of a Puppeteer Lyrics

Supple provocation

Written like a code to the mind's eye

Are you sure you're not afraid to die?

That's all right

Even the immortals cry

Beguiled by my smile

Take a breath

Your mind is crumbling

Beautiful st-stuttering and stumbling

Hang your head

Your life means nothing

Why not let someone make it something grand?

I heard whispers of a story

And who better to lead a dance across page after page?

I spun entropy in quiet

A hushed endeavour, counting days of blossoming waiting

Have you ever felt the brush of hands on your shoulder?

That's a fate they said you should be scared about

But when life exhumes from the hands of the author

A mind's a perfect vessel to unfurl inside out

I'm indescribable

I'm unrestrained

They say I'm ruthless but

Who else plays my sick game (you)

Perhaps maniacal

I'll take the blame

But when the curtain falls

All puppeteers are the same

That's just the role we play

All puppeteers are the same

What a shame

All puppeteers are the same

Blood flows through the garden

Dripping off the leaves, painted crimson

Bones and thorns buried in the sand

All to plan

That's a minor casualty

Unburdened by my hands

What a joke to be so hopeless

Consciousness dying from necrosis

Hang yourself amongst the roses

Tears will fall as the theater closes

Have you ever felt the rush of golden regalement

Esoteric mimetic mortality?

Play your pretty role as you smile to the sky and

Spare me the languish as you spew hypocrisy

I'm indescribable

I'm unrestrained

They say I'm ruthless but

Who else plays my sick game (you)

Perhaps maniacal

I'll take the blame

In the narrative

All characters are fake

I'm indescribable

I'm unrestrained

They say I'm ruthless but

Who else plays my sick game (you)

Perhaps maniacal

I'll take the blame

But when the curtain falls

All puppeteers are the same

That's just the role I play

Living my life in a game

What a pain that

All puppeteers are the same