Tangled in this red, red thread, I’m the puppet dancing in your hand. Tangled in this red, red thread, I’m the puppet spinning on command. Stained with all this red, red fluid, I’m the puppet dancing in your hand. Stained with all this red, red fluid, I’m the puppet spinning on command. Copies of me multiplying in the dark, Copies of you multiplying in the light— We keep pretending we’re in love as we dance. Copies of the real me spreading everywhere, Copies of your false self growing inside— We keep pretending to deceive as we spin. I am a puppet— a clockwork puppet wound by fate. I am your puppet— the one you loved, the one you made. Tangled in this red, red thread, I’m the puppet dancing in your hand. Tangled in this red, red thread, I’m the puppet spinning on command. Stained with all this red, red fluid, I’m the puppet dancing in your hand. Stained with all this red, red fluid, I’m the puppet spinning on command. Copies of me multiplying in the dark, Copies of you multiplying in the light— Pretending we are loving as we dance. Copies of the real me spreading everywhere, Copies of your false self growing inside— Pretending to deceive as we spin. I am a puppet— a clockwork puppet wound by fate. I am your puppet— the one you loved, the one you made. I can’t tell if I’m you or me… I can’t tell who anyone is anymore…
