Autobiography of a Puppeteer [xXtha Original] [Ft. Kevin | Synth V]
508The long awaited sequel no one knew would ever be made! This is a harmless autobiography of a puppeteer :)
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Credits
Characters and Song by xXtha
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Lyrics:
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 st-stuttering and stumbling
Hang your head
Your life means nothing
Why not let someone make it something grand?
I heard whispers of a story
And who better to lead a dance across page after page?
I spun entropy in quiet
A hushed endeavour, 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
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
That's just the role we play
All puppeteers are the same
What a shame
All puppeteers are the same
Blood flows through the garden
Dripping off the leaves, painted crimson
Bones and thorns buried in the sand
All to plan
That’s a minor casualty
Unburdened by my hands
What a joke to be so hopeless
Consciousness dying from necrosis
Hang yourself amongst the roses
Tears will fall as the theater closes
Have you ever felt the rush of golden regalement
Esoteric mimetic mortality?
Play your pretty role as you smile to the sky and
Spare me the languish as you spew hypocrisy.
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
In the narrative
All characters are fake.
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.
That's just the role I play
Living my life in a game
What a pain that
All puppeteers are the same.