Master Of Puppets
Left foot right foot then left once more.
Acting out acts I do not adore.
Left foot right foot could it be?
this puppet master has taken control of me!
left foot right foot strings so tight.
I try and try until alas, I have left no fight.
Master of puppets why did you choose me.?
The door swings open and to my fright,
the master himself stand in my sight.
as i stand in shock at the sight I see,
he smiles and says "Because your my child you see."
"It is I who has controlled you all along.
Who makes you feel right when you are so wrong.
You and me are alike in so many ways,
if it weren't for your mother you'd be a spitting image of me in my younger days"
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