The Puppeteer

I've been touched by you before
In so many different ways
First to rise and first to fall
I've been smothered by your gaze

Like a needle to a vein
You act and talk with ease
Blinding all the sane

Puppeteer come pull my strings
I'm ready for you
You got my hands ready for you to use them
Lift an arm take a step
I will dance for you
And bow right after

It is not the way I dress
You oppress me
Or the way I part my hair
Braided pigtails

It's your greed
It's your game
But there lies power in the weak
Drug induced what a shame
It was never me

Puppeteer come pull my strings
I'm ready for you
You got my hands ready for you to use them
Lift an arm take a step
I will dance for you
and bow right after

It is not the way I dress
You oppress me
Or the way I part my hair
Braided pigtails

It's your greed
It's your game
But there lies power in the weak
Drug induced what a shame
It was never me