Clip My WIngs

You're asking me to be kind to you
Well, let me tell you something, dear
That kind of game takes two
You don't talk of virtue
Maybe they won't hurt you

I'm wrestling the air between the parts
Of matter in my brain
You make it all so hard
Don't talk of what you
Think I did or did not do

Put your strings on me subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me nobody will see

An energy of threat and your despair
Tells me to leave i don't want to be here
You're salivating
Over the mess you're making
Put your strings on me subtle puppetry

Clip my wings and see clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me nobody will see
Nobody will see nobody will see
Nobody will see try me
Nobody will see nobody will see
Nobody will see try me

Fantastically i live inside a dream
Reality can not be what it seems
Don't move I'll hurt you
I'm devoid of virtue

Put your strings on me subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me nobody will see
Put your strings on me subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me nobody will see