He moves those strings with perfect precision,
Making each and every decision.
He’s standing up on stage
Each gesture he makes turns another page,
Of the bookless story that is told,
As the crowd goes wild at the tale that unfolds.
The viewers are put in a trance,
As they watch the puppets dance.
Until little do they realize,
They’ve fallen for his lies.
He’s trying to make predictions,
As I’m tugging at the restrictions.
He tells my future as if he’s always right,
I hate to say that he once might’ve been,
But since I don’t want to let him win,
I avoid those outcomes out of spite.
Now I must cut these invisible strings that restrain,
From the unknown reality that’s driving me insane.
Feel the poison in my veins,
As I break away from these imaginary chains.
That are holding me back,
Get my life back on track.
This man who made my choices,
Who was the sound behind the voices.
Screaming orders for me to obey,
Now’s my chance to go astray.
To make my own trail,
Time to change this stories details.
I’ve decided to turn the tables,
To make some alterations to these false fables.
The man who used to make each decision,
With unmistakable precision.
This man who used to control my thoughts,
But now I’m the one who’s calling the shots.
Now the hunter has become the prey,
The results are bright as day.
Had a chance but now it’s too late,
For this man has gambled with his fate.
This man who used to control my thoughts,
But now I’m the one who’s calling the shots.
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