Marionette Songtext
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You took a hold of me like some cruel puppeteer. I've never felt so
powerless so paralyzed, so crippled by fear. Panic gripped me like the
hand of God, hit me like a hammer, crushed me like a juggernaut. Left
me broken down and out and open, thrown from the twenty third floor
without a parachute. Wake me up, tell me it's all a bad dream, that
I've been accidentally cast in some tragicomic scene, that I'm
mistaken, must have misheard, misunderstood that everything will be
OK, just like I told you that it would. I know you're a thousand miles
away, but still you stalk my thoughts like a shadow every day. Time
and distance both seem meaningless. What I'd give just to forget, to
powerless so paralyzed, so crippled by fear. Panic gripped me like the
hand of God, hit me like a hammer, crushed me like a juggernaut. Left
me broken down and out and open, thrown from the twenty third floor
without a parachute. Wake me up, tell me it's all a bad dream, that
I've been accidentally cast in some tragicomic scene, that I'm
mistaken, must have misheard, misunderstood that everything will be
OK, just like I told you that it would. I know you're a thousand miles
away, but still you stalk my thoughts like a shadow every day. Time
and distance both seem meaningless. What I'd give just to forget, to
take away the pain. And you haunt me like a spectre of a part of me
that's died. You taunt me like the crosses on my calendar remind me of
the days and nights before us that you chose to leave behind. In the
end love will tear us apart. I struggle and I strangle to surrender to
speech all the sentiments that I've endured the past few months and
weeks. I stutter and I stammer in false starts and fits. I fumble for
the language to utter my regrets. I'm scared to death of everything
that you made me feel, crushed by the weight of the world, I wish to
God this wasn't real. You're not a girl, you're a ghost, you're an
apparition. I'm not anything anymore. Metaphor is a poor excuse, vague
and out of focus, to mask emotions you'll never have. If you have to
ask, you already know. The beat of the kick drum just gives rhythm to
a madness you'll never understand. I used to read your thoughts like a
book but actions speak louder than your words ever could. We just told
each other what we needed to hear, deceived by the distance, cheated
by despair. In the beginning I sang with hope, now I stifle screams,
choke back your name caught in my throat. It's easier for me to walk
away.
that's died. You taunt me like the crosses on my calendar remind me of
the days and nights before us that you chose to leave behind. In the
end love will tear us apart. I struggle and I strangle to surrender to
speech all the sentiments that I've endured the past few months and
weeks. I stutter and I stammer in false starts and fits. I fumble for
the language to utter my regrets. I'm scared to death of everything
that you made me feel, crushed by the weight of the world, I wish to
God this wasn't real. You're not a girl, you're a ghost, you're an
apparition. I'm not anything anymore. Metaphor is a poor excuse, vague
and out of focus, to mask emotions you'll never have. If you have to
ask, you already know. The beat of the kick drum just gives rhythm to
a madness you'll never understand. I used to read your thoughts like a
book but actions speak louder than your words ever could. We just told
each other what we needed to hear, deceived by the distance, cheated
by despair. In the beginning I sang with hope, now I stifle screams,
choke back your name caught in my throat. It's easier for me to walk
away.
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