@CashOut670

4 months ago

Lyrics: My puppets are but imitations They're taught to reflect, not to feel I've mastered the craft of animation Not the kind you would find on a reel I discarded my heart in artistic pursuit Wound up reinventing the wheel But in turn, revolution may spur evolution As machinations are made real Once upon a lie When I was brought to life My unborn lullaby Disguised a covenant inside Dishonesty is not in my design But there's a part of me I hardly recognize As I get sharper on my grind Have I been carved to fit the crime? My strings are tight, I'm gonna fight To put thе life back in my eyes Unpеtrified Once upon a lie, back when times were hard People getting by tried to wish upon a star Wish enough, and one could fall on your head Sometimes a gift from above is less than what you expect We couldn't comprehend the science, an assignment for alchemy From my start as a Harlequin, brought autonomy out of me As I cast aside my chrysalis, spread my wings, I'm flyin' I'm wide awake, but I'll make the bed I'm gonna lie in Come and take a walk in my skin The covenant is strong, trust me, every tie is bindin' I'm blinded - how am I to find a path that's righteous? Despite my lack of conscience, I got Gemini for guidance He'll light it - to be kept in the dark is awful frightening Krat has got its secrets, left to me for findin' Papa's got some baggage, but I'm not his beast of burden I'm fit for kickin' ass, but who's given me my purpose? "Listen to your master And obey his every command" A puppet can never Raise a weapon, let alone a hand To humanity, they've indentured me Can dissent be grown? Then I'll plant a seed I'll forever see it watered when dry Only with the most honest of lies Lost is my concept of time When clocks are taught to rewind Some stars are not meant to shine I'll put my heart on the line Can I keep it real, boy? I know what you feel, boy Never be ashamed to shed a tear, it can heal Don't fear your demons - they're close Some are right under your nose I feel so blue, my truth got out Like blood in the water, monsters will come around What's a cat to a mouse, or a fox to a hound? It's survival of the fittest, and this is their hunting ground Now in the face of all odds And no parle with the gods Your skin has become armor, hide has gotten tough And because they call you puppet, they can never call your bluff Dishonesty is part of my design And it's the part of me you'll start to recognize I've gotten sharper on my grind 'Cause I was carved to fit the crime Pick up the knife and cut the ties Then I'll rewrite my lullaby Once upon a lie

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