I will play with you, none of many,
Lead you to strings, lead you on,
I let you go, stay, and turn,
I am the player, you are the goal.
I will break your promises,
All of your oaths you swore to me,
I let you ask foolish questions
I am the doubt that creeps over you
You cannot resist me,
On my strings you shall go,
It will happen just as I want
I let you suffer, I will graze
on your longing, on your desire,
Beat head and hands, wildly against the walls,
I am the hope that you lose
You can squirm, beg, and even plead,
On my strings you will turn