The show comes to a close for this puppet Cut my strings, set me free my savior Away from everyone and everything my master Cut me away from life, from civilization Let me, the puppet, whittle away and die I've been born to serve you I'd never say anything you wouldn't want to hear I'd let my innermost self die Just so my pain is visible and clear You've exiled me, I was out of use So now I will roam this land alone Always searching for myself by myself But my name will forever be marked unknown Through wicked clans and buried lands I chart my travels alone What are you going to do When the same coward arises as an entity of one The persona of a man tied by strings Once manipulated although the memories that were never gone Rises to power through his new found self It seems like karma has come to strike You've seen it coming through the blackness of the night But as sudden as the flash of a light The kingdom falls, while you scramble and run for the remainder of your life And now the puppet strings the master Locked in time and forever, left to dance Will the former puppet, born a mad man release his prey? Not the slightest chance Dance for the remainder of your life As long as you're tied to these strings You'll dance to the music Of my suicidal song