And the puppet strings
Are tied to my fingers
And try as I might
I can't take them off…
You died, once
(because of me)
And were reborn
(because of me)
And I am pleased to have such power
And petrified that I am pleased
And the puppet strings
Are tied to my fingers
And try as I might
I can't take them off…
You died, once
(because of me)
And were reborn
(because of me)
And I am pleased to have such power
And petrified that I am pleased
|