Filled with a puppet charm
Strung through the holes in my arms
This web once so loose has pulled tight
Hung by the need that I want
No charm could hold a taste so bitter
No game has ever tricked me better
I want to sink in here
Where I hide from it all
Fill every hole in my wall
These clear slick strings get tangled
So quick the marionettes are strangled
Their frozen tongues are hung
In the junkies hall
Death a trophy on the wall
Their weak wooden arms can't pull out
They're stuck with the corpse they strung up
Their dusty grins are
Floating like a broken holy ghost
Velvet fingers wrapped around my throat
No charm could hold a taste so bitter
No game has ever tricked me better
I want to sink in here

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