Tangled in wires of iron
Strangled by strings of despair

The rusted needle of your compass
crumbled into dust
You waste of hate are a shame to yourself

The curtain fell
The play begins
Your naked carcass is exposed

Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh

All the marks that you've left
were swallowed by the tides
You're nothing more but a ghost from the past

Your life has left you in the dark
Now strings come sprouting from your hands

Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh

Give up on this worthless struggle
You've delivered your soul
to the deepest of black
Let go of your last hopes

From now on
The great showmaker
will make your lifeless moves
Hear the craving of the doll
One cut will settle this once and for all

Nigh is the end of this dread show
And so the master's rhythm will stagnate
Now the scissors come to cut your strings
The magic fades away