I am the helpless puppet
tied up with red strings
powerless to my grim actions
and the outcomes they bring

the puppeteer controls me
like I'm the clown of its circus
it makes me play with fire
and question my purpose

"Why would one do this to me?"
I heartbreakingly question myself,
"This crooked atrocity of a creature
is one sent from the pits of hell."

every time I try to escape
from its murky arms of wrath
it pulls me back into my misery
astray from the right path

the more I dwelled in its darkness
the more I grew thirsty for light
I can't keep reliving this torture
but this time... I will fight

the hour had arrived where I must break free
from the strings that gripped my flesh tight
tears dripped as I gathered shards of courage
to pull the red strings with all my might

Pulling the red strings with all my might,
unveiled the lurking devil behind my misery
a face emerges, my heart sinks with fright
"How can this puppeteer look like me?"

the distorted familiar face loomed closer,
ripening my wounds of dread
the growing red shadow of the puppeteer
towered over me and said...

"The red strings tied onto you grew more rigid
every time you willingly accepted my offence.
My suffocating grasp grew tighter on you
every time you surrendered to my influence."

"Oh naive puppet, how can you question who I am
when it's you who brought me back from the dead?
Only through your pessimism have I gained power,
only through your despair have I gained strength."

"So let me tell you, oh naive puppet,
I am, in fact, the voices in your head,
I've only ever beckoned you to my ways,
the steps were always for you to tread."

"And oh so-called helpless puppet,
let me tell you the harsh reality instead:
the only thing ever stopping you from the light
... was your own fragile self."