All my life I’ve tried to do
What I thought was the right thing
And I’ve managed to pull through
Unafraid of anything
Right from wrong I did discern
Through trials I kept my nerve
But what did I get in return?
A lot of pain I don’t deserve
I’m just a puppet on steel strings
Made of control and sharp barbwire
And when the Puppet Master sings
I dance surrounded by hellfire
And when I get my time of rest
I stare at silence’s collage
Remembering how in the crow’s nest
I’ve met the strangest entourage
So now I wonder every day
While from the noose of pain I swing
Should I still follow the right way
Or just stop doing the right thing?
It all started with a proud rat
Who was entrusted with great power
That thought he’s an autocrat
As his cold heart turned black and sour
Hidden behind a shiny shield
He swore to serve and to protect
But since his life is unfulfilled
Other lives he wants to collect
He uses lies, tricks and deceit
For he’s immune to prosecution
And follows a corrupted script
Of laws disguised behind confusion
To enslave the lives he smears
Of peers from any given nation
And stack them in cages for years
And call it rehabilitation
So now I wonder every day
while from the noose of pain I swing
Should I still follow the right way
Or just stop doing the right thing?
But he can’t do it by himself
He needs help to collect a soul
And for that there’s someone else
Whose heart is just as black as coal
A creature cold-blooded and vile
That’s covered in deception’s slime
And slithers with a wolfish smile
While power’s steps he tries to climb
A snake without conscience or heart
That lives for one purpose, one goal
To cage souls and tear them apart
And gain more power more control
To achieve that which he aims for
He will do his worst’s best
To drag the soul through a trap door
Deep into the black crow’s nest
So now I wonder every day
While from the noose of pain I swing
Should I still follow the right way
Or just stop doing the right thing?
The crow has power lots of it
Bestowed upon him ‘till his end
To condemn and to acquit
The souls unable to defend
And there is little oversight
To which the crow’s ever subjected
When taking a future so bright
And darken it shame it infect it
The rat the snake and the black crow
Are Puppet Master’s acolytes
And over each soul they bestow
A brand a cage and lack of rights
For years the souls millions of them
Live a life that does not matter
Waiting for the final mayhem
Like a lamb before the slaughter
But with the passage of time
I’ve begun to slowly morph
The lamb embraced the made-up crime
And became a hungry wolf
One that can now howl loud
Under the shiny moonglow
Dispelling Puppet Master’s cloud
And face the rat the snake and the black crow.
