Puppet Veins

Mommy was a creature

Daddy was a preacher

Mommy ate daddy alive

The children cried boo-hoo

But we all knew who made poor daddy die

The puppeteer's done got you

And now the truth will rot you

Tied by your veins to the tips of your fingers

No right way !!!

I just wanna be me

I'm the one that gets blamed

And now I'm slitting my wrists

Won't be your puppet veins

You motherfuckers, gonna die

So don't even try

So I take control and take hold of the knife