Intro [Old Music Box, Creaking Wood, Distant Applause] Ladies and gentlemen… Welcome to my little theater. [Wooden Marionette Clicks] Such lovely puppets. Such beautiful strings. [Sinister Mechanical Chuckle] Now then… LET THE SHOW BEGIN! [Heavy Gothic Electro Swing Beat Drops] Verse 1 Behind the curtains, shadows creep, Where wooden faces never sleep. A thousand strings hang from above, Controlling fear instead of love. My cyan claws begin to glow, As broken dolls prepare the show. One little twitch, one little spin, And all the puppets dance again. Pre-Chorus Pull the strings, watch them sway, Every shadow must obey. Hear the laughter, hear the cries, See the terror in their eyes! Chorus PULL! PULL! THE STRINGS OF THE DAMNED! EVERY SOUL MOVES AT MY COMMAND! DANCE! DANCE! YOU’RE PART OF THE SHOW! WHERE THE STRINGS WILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ROUND AND ROUND, THE PUPPETS FALL, HEAR MY LAUGHTER THROUGH THE HALL! SCREAM! SCREAM! BUT UNDERSTAND! YOU’RE JUST A PUPPET IN MY HAND! Verse 2 A porcelain smile, a painted tear, A marionette that feeds on fear. The curtains rise, the spotlights burn, And every puppet takes its turn. The audience claps with hollow hands, As ghostly music fills the stands. My visor flashes through the haze, A cyan grin beneath my gaze. Pre-Chorus Pull the strings, watch them sway, Every shadow must obey. Hear the laughter, hear the cries, See the terror in their eyes! Chorus PULL! PULL! THE STRINGS OF THE DAMNED! EVERY SOUL MOVES AT MY COMMAND! DANCE! DANCE! YOU’RE PART OF THE SHOW! WHERE THE STRINGS WILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ROUND AND ROUND, THE PUPPETS FALL, HEAR MY LAUGHTER THROUGH THE HALL! SCREAM! SCREAM! BUT UNDERSTAND! YOU’RE JUST A PUPPET IN MY HAND! Verse 3 The stage begins to twist and bend, A performance with no final end. The violins cry, the trumpets scream, As puppets dance inside a dream. My claws conduct their every move, Each wooden footstep finds the groove. The strings shine bright with emerald fire, As the music climbs a little higher. Bridge [Music Stops — Single Music Box Melody] Shhh… Something’s wrong. [Wooden Creaking] Oh? You want to be free? [Quiet Mechanical Laughter] How adorable. [Music Box Distorts] But there’s something you should know… [Whispered] I never cut my strings. [Massive Industrial Metal Breakdown] SNAP! SNAP! HEAR THEM CRACK! DANCE! DANCE! NO TURNING BACK! PULL THE STRINGS! RAISE THE DEAD! LET THE MUSIC FILL YOUR HEAD! Verse 4 The final curtain starts to fall, But still the puppets heed my call. One last bow beneath the light, Before the stage dissolves in night. My claws release a cyan gleam, Yet strings remain in every dream. The audience fades, the candles die, But one last puppet catches my eye. Final Chorus [Full Vocals, Heavy Guitars, Ghostly Choir] PULL! PULL! THE STRINGS OF THE DAMNED! EVERY SOUL MOVES AT MY COMMAND! DANCE! DANCE! YOU’RE PART OF THE SHOW! WHERE THE STRINGS WILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ROUND AND ROUND, THE PUPPETS FALL, HEAR MY LAUGHTER THROUGH THE HALL! SCREAM! SCREAM! BUT UNDERSTAND! YOU’RE JUST A PUPPET IN MY HAND! [Instrumental Transition — Drums Fade, Music Box Returns] Outro [Quiet Spoken Male Voice] What a wonderful performance. [Slow Applause] You were magnificent. [Wooden Puppet Creaks] Oh, don’t look so frightened. [Soft Mechanical Chuckle] The show’s not over… [Whispered] You’re still on my strings. [Single Music Box Note] [End]
