Puppet Master

Red string of fate wrapped like a noose
Dragging me kicking and screaming up with you
Back and forth we swing; puppets of an angry god
I love you more than the air I'm struggling to breathe
Trapped with you in this torturous spinning mobile
There really is no real choice when I'm with you
It's all some kind of game we're forced to play
Forth and back we sway wondering if we're even real
Do you really love me? Do I love you?
Does it matter in the end we're still here swinging?
We're just puppets playing under the hand of fate