Autobiography of a Puppeteer Xtha
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[Verse 1]
Supple provocation written like a code to the mind's eye
Are you sure you're not afraid to die? That's all right
Even the immortals cry, beguiled by my smile
Take a breath, your mind is crumbling
Beautiful stuttering and stumbling
Hang your head, your life means nothing
Why not let someone make it something grand?
[Pre-Chorus]
I heard whispers of a story
And who better to lead a dance across page after page?
I spun entropy in quiet
A hushed endeavor, counting days of blossoming waiting
Have you ever felt the brush of hands on your shoulder?
That's a fate they said you should be scared about
But when life exhumes from the hands of the author
A mind's a perfect vessel to unfurl inside out
[Chorus]
I'm indescribable, I'm unrestrained
They say I'm ruthless, but who else plays my sick game (You)
Perhaps maniacal, I'll take the blame
But when the curtain falls, all puppeteers are the same
[Post-Chorus]
That's just the role we play, all puppeteers are the same
What a shame, all puppeteers are the same
Supple provocation written like a code to the mind's eye
Are you sure you're not afraid to die? That's all right
Even the immortals cry, beguiled by my smile
Take a breath, your mind is crumbling
Beautiful stuttering and stumbling
Hang your head, your life means nothing
Why not let someone make it something grand?
[Pre-Chorus]
I heard whispers of a story
And who better to lead a dance across page after page?
I spun entropy in quiet
A hushed endeavor, counting days of blossoming waiting
Have you ever felt the brush of hands on your shoulder?
That's a fate they said you should be scared about
But when life exhumes from the hands of the author
A mind's a perfect vessel to unfurl inside out
[Chorus]
I'm indescribable, I'm unrestrained
They say I'm ruthless, but who else plays my sick game (You)
Perhaps maniacal, I'll take the blame
But when the curtain falls, all puppeteers are the same
[Post-Chorus]
That's just the role we play, all puppeteers are the same
What a shame, all puppeteers are the same
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