Marionette

Twisted strangers Have gone to war Oxygen drunk Fall bleeding to the floor Gla*s eyed creatures Fragmented features Piecing together Fallen warriors A revolution For the maiden queen (And I can see) Sherwood Forest Or an African scene The Marionette She has velvet claws She pulls the strings In this city of whores The Marionette pulls the strings You say “yes” You bend, she wins The Marionette pulls the strings Pulls and pulls 'Til your spirit gives in Gruelling hot sweat In the land of a whore Oh, will this be war? Oh, will this be war? The knave and the pawn Ripen the whore With bastard sons Her brats of law The hawk and the falcon Swoop to blind their eyes The reaper, she laughs She chokes, she cries The Marionette pulls the strings You say “yes” You bend, she wins The Marionette pulls the strings Pulls and pulls 'Til your spirit gives in Foaming white horses Cracking their sinews For the Maidens of Troy The bell tower falls Pouring to the floor Whoa, love and death, A climax all in all Medieval shores and madrigals Her velvet claws Pull you with pa*sion to her floor In the cathedral Her children sing In the cathedral The pendulum swings The Marionette pulls the strings You say “yes” You bend, she wins The Marionette pulls the strings Pulls and pulls 'Til your spirit gives in The Marionette pulls the strings You say “yes” You bend, she wins The Marionette pulls the strings Pulls and pulls 'Til your spirit gives in