The Devil's Puppet

Raging pain pumps through my veins
the self-constricting chains remain
always the game is the same

Chaos created so nasty and nice
blood lost from a razor blade slice
a paradox of pain for a price 

So give me your pills and tie me a noose
or whatever death you charmingly choose
just deliver me from this maelstrom's abuse

I sold you my soul and have nothing to lose.