And still you keep on seeding hate Dosis sola facit venenum You control the one you create Your senses have become so numb
Antipathy to the whole human race You just tighten up the strings It's your own footsteps you retrace You are just waiting in the wings
The puppeteer, the puppeteer Keeps playing on his strings They come to him, from far and near He's the puppeteer, puppeteer The puppeteer, the puppeteer Keeps playing on his strings They come to him, from far and near He's the puppeteer, puppeteer
You have them in your grip Let them dance for your delight With only your hate equipped You want them to incite
How much blood will be shed Until your mask get out of place And they want to see you dead Vanish the smile of your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
