Marionette - Make Them Suffer

Cheer, the sad puppeteer

Who constantly tugs as he snickers and sneers

Frantically wiping his tears

I’m always dancing in tandem, with his teardrops so pained

To the weeping;

I shamefully lend out my frame

Contortedly pulled to the center of stage

A re-enactment of his tragedy, again and again

Some abstracted form of attraction, over and over, again!

Marionette, I play my part!

The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on

I play my part!

Dance to the beat of his tears

His story had chilled me, haunting my guilty ways

He wept for days over a picture frame

Scrawling to pages his play

A marionette, I play my part!

The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on

I play my part!

Dance to the beat of his tears

I watched his comfort turn to pain

As he scowled his reflection

How long had he been locked away?

Had it turned him insane?

«Shatter the frame

It mirrors my pain, it’s not me it’s not me, I say»!

A reflection of age

«Watch me shatter and break»

«This world was never meant for me

Keep me, locked away

(Keep me locked away)

This world was never meant for me

(Was not made for me)

The show must go, on»

The sad puppeteer he will stay