Marionette King

Dance for me, my good boys and girls
As I pull the strings that make you twirl
Sing my song to all the world
Let its lyrics slither past your lips in befuddled malice and vitriolic madness

Dance for your master
Though you don't even know you're slaves
You think it's your own rage you wear like a mask on your face
You think it's your own hate

You hate what you fear and I'll make you afraid
Afraid of every different face
Dance on, my faithful slaves
Play my song for all to misunderstand and take it out on their fellow man

It's so easy to pull your strings
Singing to your enmity
Now dance on like a good slave
Dance for your king