The wave of a wand, a breath of life
I've created my own doll
I could treat it nice
Or I could bend and break it until it starts to fall.
In this realm I am the king
I make the rules and run this game
With my reign I only bring finest forms of torture to my prey
Watch and witness a magic puppet show and tell
If you dare object I can give you worse than hell
My dear girl...
Do you think you're really so special
That you have a heart of gold?
Can you not accept the truth or,
Just pretend that you don't know?
Just because I smile and I'm polite
Doesn't mean that I'm very nice.
Even if you can't see my eye
I still can see through your lie.
How many personalities,
Will you condemn to an awful fate?
How much more suffering will it take,
Before you learn there's no escape?
Stitched lips
You can't speak
What a sight!
But you can't even scream.
One curious look through the sealed door
Such behavior can't be ignored
Innocence made to atone
A soul tarnished by sins, not of their own
Living faithfully until the world no longer hears your pleas
Throwing all your morals away, you force the unwilling to say.
How many lives will it take for
You to learn you are locked into this fate?
How many faces will you create,
Although your own won't erase?