Pulling Strings

Think it's time like you're ready and primed Probably got a million reasons why you think it's fine In red death, lie back, hear this horse whip crack Think you'd catch us all on the slack, nah, fuck that Extended pain in the brain makes the mind race Hard pressed justifying mess, what a fucking shame Feel heat up your spine from a damaged life And you're still fucking wondering why? Fuck it Wake up Pulling strings Still think you're a puppet master Back down In your cell Better not crawl back out of the gutter Cut off the skin Take out the soul I told you bitch you don't fuck with me I found the body you left on the ground You could have buried me I should have buried you Keep your distance The mind rings fresh the truth The truth Never wanted here Again Die in the cold Stay away from me Stay away You climbed the hill But you've been here before Once more Try and turn your blind eye It won't work this time This time No more words now You're well out of line Commitment to career suicide Red death bites back Red death bites back Extended pain in the brain makes the mind race Hard pressed justifying mess, what a fucking shame Feel heat up your spine from a damaged life And you're still fucking wondering why? Should have seen this one coming Cut off the skin Take out the soul Lie in red death Red death