Puppet Master

I know how you operate
You pretend to be the victim, pretend to be helpless
But I see the strings coming out of your hands
Puppet Master

You wear a chain around your ankle and a noose around your neck
You carry your own executioner, assemble your own gallows
You soak your body in gasoline, fill your pockets with gunpowder
Construct a minefield around yourself and burn the map

You claim to be innocent, flash your vulnerability
But your closet is lined with the bones of a thousand demons
You bury the corpses in the ground
But the earth turns vile at the poison you produce

You wear your imperfections on your sleeve, advertise your despair
The world should feel sorry for you, they should all pay
You were beaten, betrayed, used, then tossed aside, discarded
You show off your wounds, your scars, wave your shame for all to see

They'll say they're sorry, say they care, even break themselves to see you smile
But it won't be enough, it will never be enough
So on and on you play the game, pulling on the strings
The little puppets dance along, bending to your will, never knowing the truth

But I know how you operate
I see the monster in you, the demon feeding off of your pretence
The darkness surrounding you grows deeper, the void grows larger
The truth is clear, you see it too: it will never be enough, never

You will pull your strings, make them dance
You use them to use you, always have
But you will always be covered in darkness, the Puppet Master, alone
And when the curtains close, you will be forgotten