Marionette-Make Them Suffer

[00:04.379]Cheer the sad puppeteer, [00:08.126]Who constantly tugs as he snickers and sneers. [00:12.372]Frantically wiping his tears. [00:17.874]I'm always dancing in tandem with his teardrops so pained. [00:24.120]To the weeping; I shamefully lend out my frame. [00:28.876]Contortedly pulled to the centre of stage. [00:33.131]A re-enactment of his tragedy. Again and again. [00:42.569]Some abstracted form of attraction. Over and over again. [00:51.276]A marionette, I play my part. [00:57.524]The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part. [01:06.024]Dance to the beat of his tears. [01:20.220]His story had chilled me, haunting my guilty ways. [01:25.979]He wept for days over a picture frame; [01:30.217]scrawling to pages, his play. [01:36.169]A marionette, I play my part. [01:42.419]The crowd have all gone, but the show must go on. I play my part. [01:50.916]Dance to the beat of his tears. [02:05.569]I watched his comfort turn to pain as he scowled his reflection. [02:13.758]How long had he been locked away? Had it turned him insane? [02:19.752]"Shatter the frame. It mirrors my pain. It's not me it's not me, I say." [02:30.997]A reflection of age. "Watch me shatter and break." [02:40.759]"This world was never meant for me, Keep me locked away. [02:57.260]This world was never meant for me. The show must go on." [03:05.502]The sad puppeteer he will stay.