Hands Of The Puppeteers

I'm the automaton of life

The one which sleeps in each of us

Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you

The one which sleeps in each of us

Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you

I'm your universal guardian angel

An image of serviceable civilized man

Is reached when you put the final touch

To my mechanical minute detail embellishments

I'm you as automaton apostolic image

Lead by your hands of puppeteers

Yourself directed external

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions

I can do what you ever desire

I'm you as automaton apostolic image

Lead by your hands of puppeteers

Yourself directed external

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions

I can do what you ever desire

But what will you become

Oh my master, my guide

An eternal disguise being

Lost among the humans

Holding on my ties

In the beginning you were coming in sight

For the royal moments of ejaculation

But soon all this will end in perdition

Every single thing annoying you

Even the most macabre scenery

Lie in hidding, I became yourself

You loose all your madness

As marble with acknowledge depth

I totaly identify myself to you

But now you are nothing any longer, not even yourself

But what will you become

Oh my master, my guide

An eternal disguise being

Lost among the humans

Holding on my ties

In the beginning you were coming in sight

For the royal moments of ejaculation

But soon all this will end in perdition

I'm you as automaton apostolic image

Lead by your hands of Puppeteers

Yourself directed external

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions

I can do what you ever desire