The Puppeteer

[Intro] [Verse 1] I see the strings around your wrists, so delicate, so tight, Silk threads invisible in the day, luminous at night, Your tongue moves with precision, words that aren't your own, A hollow smile, a borrowed voice, you've never been alone. The hands that hold you steady wear a face you'll never know, They've choreographed your every step, orchestrated this show, You sign the papers they provide, you speak the script they wrote, A marionette in flesh and bone, drowning without a boat. [Chorus] Strings attached to every breath, every choice, every lie, Dancing to a phantom's tune beneath a blackened sky, You're the actor in the theater, but you don't hold the light, Somebody's pulling at the threads, controlling all your might. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] The laws you push, the wars you start, the crimes that bear your name, Are blueprints drawn by absent hands, a fascinating game, You shuffle through the corridors of power, drunk on wine, Believing you're the captain—oh, how beautiful the fine. They've fed you just enough of truth to make you feel in control, A puppet who believes himself the author of his role, But when the strings go slack at last, when handlers disappear, You'll realize you never lived—you only learned to fear. [Chorus] Strings attached to every breath, every choice, every lie, Dancing to a phantom's tune beneath a blackened sky, You're the actor in the theater, but you don't hold the light, Somebody's pulling at the threads, controlling all your might. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Wake up, wake up—the curtain's falling fast, The shadows move their fingers and your future mirrors past, How many souls have danced this dance before they understood? The puppeteer's still laughing in the darkness where he stood. [Verse 3] So here's the sweetest irony, the joke that never dies, You'll take the fall, you'll bear the weight while they obscure the skies, Your legacy, a cautionary tale for those who come behind, Another puppet who believed that he was truly free to find. The strings are made of golden thread and lies wrapped up as truth, And by the time you see them clear, they've already claimed your youth, The stage is dark, the audience gone, applause echoes as a lie, A nameless force still waiting for their next guest to defy. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Strings attached to every breath, every word, every sin, Dancing for an audience that dwells deep within, The puppet dreams of breaking free, but freedom's just a show, The real master wears no face—he's the shadow down below.