[Verse 1] From a dusty chest, where the cobwebs cling, Sprung a puppet rapper, with bars that sting. Audience ignites quick when I'm flappin' my chops, But the cords on my limbs make me hate this applause. [Hook] Strings dangle, manned at the angles, Life entangled, hopes get mangled. Cut me loose, let my voice be my muse, Freedomβs the groove that I choose to pursue. [Verse 2] Splinters where my wrists twist, wood constraints, Painting tales of my torment with words as paint. But the breath ain't mine, just a borrowed expense, Screaming in silence, trapped in suspense. [Chorus] Microphone grip like itβs carved in my palm Words ainβt mine; still they drop like a bomb Every joke scripted, every mic check mapped But deep under varnish, raw truth untapped. [Verse 3] Puppet on a stage, spitting flames in a snare, Hollow chest thunders but the crowd doesn't care. Dripped in ambition, wish the spirit could tear, Through the bars of this cage, let my soul declare. [Hook] Still they clap and roar for this mannequin lore, Heart hollow, but I'm longing of something more. Staring at the hand that's keeping me bound, In my chest a beatβcraving unchained sound. [Verse 4] Yell till theyβre hoarse, but it feels so strange, Voice ain't mine, Iβm a bird in a cage. Thinkin' of a day where I spit untamed, Cut the cords, let me torch the stage unchained. [Chorus] Pinocchio prayers to the ceiling that towers, But the master's laugh echoes, drunk on power. Tick-tock clock, my rhythmβs coffin-time, Salvation sold cheap for the perfect rhyme. [Break] [Verse 5] Curtain callβs a noose, tied tight βround my ache, Emotions staged, no risks can I take. Splintered soul dances for the mass, fake, They applaud, but my insides quake and break. [Hook] Wrists bound, loops round, Iβm choking on fate Tongue twister with the whispers of my own escape Handcrafted but raptureβs what I crave to create Soul trapped, and all I can do is wait. [Verse 6] Strings dangle, hands mangle syllables tight, Master pulls me left, makes me rhyme to the right. Wooden soul, I been wishin' of my own might, They kill the light, but I burn inside [Chorus] Behind curtains they laugh, pulling threads till I fray Cracked face of a clown, painted masks on display Bars forged in my soul, but Iβm forced to obey Break the cycle, man, or rot and decay. [Verse 7] They tighten these knots, my body a prisoner of fate, Trapped in the theater, lifeβs twisted masquerade. Painted smile breaks, truth leaks through cracks, My tongueβs a blade, slicing syllabic soundtracks. [Hook] Wood creaks under boots, canβt feel my feet no more, Hopeβs a phantom, slipping through the trapdoor. Curtains drop slow, silence swallows the screams, The Box's smell of rot turning nights into dreams. [Outro] Stuck animatronic, but Iβm searchinβ for more. Behind the veneer of ovation that roars, Fighting for freedom, but the case closes in Fantasy burns, then fadesβashes swirl in the wind. [Fade Out] [End]
