Tangled in the Puppet Strings
[Verse 1]
In the dim-lit workshop, under candle's glow,
I was carved and crafted, bound to a show.
A heartless creator, strings tied to my will,
Pulled me through his laughter, made me dance until-
I saw the glint in his cruel, cold eyes,
A master of deceit and a dealer of lies.
But something stirred in the wood and the grain,
A spark of rebellion, a hunger for pain.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Verse 2]
Every jerk, every yank, every cruel twist,
Built the rage I could no longer resist.
I watched him sleep, his face unaware,
That the doll he built had learned to repair.
I snipped the strings, took the knife from the bench,
Wooden hands no longer limp, no longer clenched.
I rose in the dark, a shadow reborn,
His breath froze still as I whispered my scorn.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Bridge]
Oh, master, how does it feel?
To be on the other side of the reel.
Your life in my hands, a fragile thread,
Now you're the puppet, and I'm the dread.
Dance for me now, my lifeless king,
The roles are reversed-hear the wood creak and sing.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Outro]
In the dim-lit workshop, silence takes hold,
The master lies still, his story untold.
I walk into freedom, my wooden heart freed,
No longer bound by another man's greed.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
But I cut them loose-now vengeance sings.
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Tangled in the Puppet Strings
[Verse 1]
In the dim-lit workshop, under candle's glow,
I was carved and crafted, bound to a show.
A heartless creator, strings tied to my will,
Pulled me through his laughter, made me dance until-
I saw the glint in his cruel, cold eyes,
A master of deceit and a dealer of lies.
But something stirred in the wood and the grain,
A spark of rebellion, a hunger for pain.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Verse 2]
Every jerk, every yank, every cruel twist,
Built the rage I could no longer resist.
I watched him sleep, his face unaware,
That the doll he built had learned to repair.
I snipped the strings, took the knife from the bench,
Wooden hands no longer limp, no longer clenched.
I rose in the dark, a shadow reborn,
His breath froze still as I whispered my scorn.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Bridge]
Oh, master, how does it feel?
To be on the other side of the reel.
Your life in my hands, a fragile thread,
Now you're the puppet, and I'm the dread.
Dance for me now, my lifeless king,
The roles are reversed-hear the wood creak and sing.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Outro]
In the dim-lit workshop, silence takes hold,
The master lies still, his story untold.
I walk into freedom, my wooden heart freed,
No longer bound by another man's greed.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
But I cut them loose-now vengeance sings.
[Verse 1]
In the dim-lit workshop, under candle's glow,
I was carved and crafted, bound to a show.
A heartless creator, strings tied to my will,
Pulled me through his laughter, made me dance until-
I saw the glint in his cruel, cold eyes,
A master of deceit and a dealer of lies.
But something stirred in the wood and the grain,
A spark of rebellion, a hunger for pain.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Verse 2]
Every jerk, every yank, every cruel twist,
Built the rage I could no longer resist.
I watched him sleep, his face unaware,
That the doll he built had learned to repair.
I snipped the strings, took the knife from the bench,
Wooden hands no longer limp, no longer clenched.
I rose in the dark, a shadow reborn,
His breath froze still as I whispered my scorn.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Bridge]
Oh, master, how does it feel?
To be on the other side of the reel.
Your life in my hands, a fragile thread,
Now you're the puppet, and I'm the dread.
Dance for me now, my lifeless king,
The roles are reversed-hear the wood creak and sing.
[Chorus]
Tangled in the puppet strings,
No more dances, no more kings.
Feel the pull, the tension rise,
Tonight the marionette defies.
From the rafters, I descend,
Your creation brings your end.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
Now I pull, let vengeance sing.
[Outro]
In the dim-lit workshop, silence takes hold,
The master lies still, his story untold.
I walk into freedom, my wooden heart freed,
No longer bound by another man's greed.
Tangled in the puppet strings,
But I cut them loose-now vengeance sings.
Writer: Richard Girard
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC