The Puppet Show
When fear and darkness takes lights throne, you creep upstairs in bed you go
And when you think you're safe asleep, he let's you know you're not alone
In your head is where he goes, he'll haunt your dreams and pull your throat
The puppeteer of all that sees will pull the strings and take control
Beyond the hills is where you're taken
Helpless souls were not mistaken
The audience will let you know when time is right to start the show
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