The master opens eyes of mine His puppets always stay and cry He touches my trembling neck I can’t turning back Is it true or my mistake?
My puppeteer embrace me and hide from prying eyes I reveal Mind and will Touch and feel Naked skin And cry.
His chains’re like chains of heart and mind No tears no looks no words no cries He touches again my neck I can’t turning back Is it true or my mistake?
My puppeteer embrace me and hide from prying eyes I reveal Mind and will Touch and feel Naked skin And cry.