{{ Dead End from the Puppet Master }}
After all I have seen,
The sky is still crying.
After all that has been,
We know we are dying.
But He never seems to care
The Master of Puppets,
Pulling strings ever fair.
He, found only in our minds
Specifically those that he finds
Those that are cursed to see
Cursed to feel, and cursed to be.
They that true love can touch
While the other are shattered:
For them it is too much.
Yet we who live our lives in fear
Knowing the end must surely be near.
As if when we catch the right lead
He shall feel the need
To pull the plug and leave us
At a dead end
Nothing but a dead end
Direct from the Master of Puppets.
