Sit down, the show starts now, there's a lot of ground to cover
This is a story, tedious and boring, written for a puppeteer's delight
You may have heard the beats before, but I can spin a tale you can't ignore
So listen here and listen in, the show awaits its patrons to begin
There was a puppet
Fragile, malleable
Name nobody knows
Built of blood and bone
All discardable
Made to be alone
Unreliable
Never let it go
Listen to the
Why-oh-why did you make me this way?
Are sentient toys even more fun to break?
What sick minds in an opaque display?
Don't you think
It's a little cliché?
All these days fly by so fast, it's a miracle if I can make it last
We dance and sing and ignore the strings that make it hard to ever breathe
Where else could you ever find strife so pure and grief so blind?
There's no better tragedy than one you only have to read
There was a puppet
Fragile, malleable
Name nobody knows
Built of blood and bone
All discardable
Made to be alone
Unreliable
Never let it go
Listen to the
Why-oh-why did you make me this way?
Are sentient toys even more fun to break?
What sick minds in an opaque display?
Don't you think
It's a little cliché?
Guess I've learned not to trust the writers
Ripping out hearts and setting them on fire
Just for a taste of that sweet relief
Take a hold of my fate calling me the thief
They try to call it make-believe, but that's all my life ever means
Now do you all truly see the story that they wrote for me?
I was a puppet
Fragile, malleable
Name nobody knows
Built of blood and bone
All discardable
Made to be alone
Unreliable
Never let it go
Listen to the
Puppet
Fragile, malleable
Name nobody knows
Built of blood and bone
All discardable
Made to be alone
Unreliable
Never let it go
Listen to the
Why-oh-why did you make me this way?
Are sentient toys even more fun to break?
What sick minds in an opaque display?
Don't you think
It's a little cliché?