Taste the whispering voices as you pass, smothering your heart of broken glass. They tear open that ever growing void, all the while you pretend you're overjoyed.
Remember these words and never forget unless you enjoy being a marionette Darker the shadow, brighter the light. For evil lurks in the day not in the night
Cold and lifeless shiny eyes Bloody stripes across your skin The blackened mirror tells the truth: You're just a clown on the string
Hypnotic eyes and serpent's voice Your puppet moves on little scene I am the light, I am the crowd I am so pure and so obscene
(and let there my show begin!)
I hear you crying tonight There is no will, there's only one guiding light (and you will obey my might) You hear my voice in your head You'll spent your life as my own marionette (and soon you'll regret you're not dead)
Bend a hoof and turn your head Crush the bone and tear your skin You're not a pony anymore You are my slave, my own machine
So silly and so pitiful Your tap dance under my control My living theatre of your dream Scenario for your last role
(and let there be rock'n'roll!)
Blood and flesh, (do what I say) Hooks and strings, (feel what I feel) Porcelain face, (see what I see) Free from your mind, (isn't it real)