The Automaton

He’s been made into an automaton
A puppet used by something
That just feels so wrong
Doing things that he doesn’t want to do
It breaks his will and takes him to
Places he wouldn’t want to go
The things he does he does not know
He can’t say no it won’t let go
Flashing lights on blackest nights
Photographers record the sights
The victims bathed in bright white light
Blood and brains in color bright
The cops are there with guns in sight
It is a thing you never want to see I know
Where did he go?
What did it make him do?
Please believe he never wanted to
He’s controlled by something darker than the night
Some demon born of blackest sin
Until they come to take him in
It will use him to do this again
And then it slinks away into someone new
But never will descend back into hell
It plays it killing games with someone else
And so he answers for the crimes he never knew he’d planned
And left alone he takes the last life that he can
The only killing done with his own knowing hands
A noose around a bar he hangs
And slowly dies a quiet man
And the neighbors say that he was just a friendly guy
With a wave to them as he went by
And they’re surprised he always smiled
You’ve heard it all before so many times
But someone out there somewhere is a puppet man
And you know he’s got a killing plan
The game goes on and on again