Self-Titled

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

You look towards the sky as you prepare to die.
Lightning forks across a darkened sky.
And a silhouette appears.
Its mine you see, with glowing eyes
And strings from each long finger.
Smiling as your life ebbs away.
It is the Master of Puppets you see.

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

I plan your life, from the cradle to the grave.
Your convictions, afflictions, addictions.
Acted from my script.
Your loves, your losses and your emotions.
From the pages of my book.

I watch your lives collapsing every single night.
Puppets on a string to dance for my delight.

You bow down before me in your final moments.
Accepting the facts that I control you.
That I'm the Master of Puppets
And it is I who pulls your strings.