I no longer use my mind, Nor think of anything, For I am just a puppet, And my master pulls my strings. There's just one thing about this, I fear he does not know; Strings are easily broken, And then he'll have to go.
I no longer use my mind, Nor think of anything, For I am just a puppet, And my master pulls my strings.
There's just one thing about this, I fear he does not know; Strings are easily broken, And then he'll have to go.