puppets

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Puppets by James Eagalwulf


Verse One


Fuck your dynasty - violently,
Ministries, misery, visibly trying me,
Fuck your efforts and methods,
I’m plucking your feathers and burning these tethers,

Don’t ever underestimate my complicated tangles,
To compensate, for my sake, I will fight and strangle -
Every readily becoming bitch (leashed dog), every user,
Whoever saw me taste tears - hastily refused to -

Admit their inexcusable acts, denying all evident facts,
Perhaps, the world is best to collapse,
Devilish followers, borrowers, hollow, will burrow -
To borrow a heart for tomorrow,

But sorrow is left, glowing distinctly,
It’s followed and kept, flowing, so link me -
Away from disastrous motion, go fuck it,
I’m cutting my strings away from you puppets.


Chorus


I’m tugged, I’m turned, I’m dropped, I’m burned,
When will the world learn, this is not my concern,
It’s the strings, the wires, the manipulative walking by us,
The fires, they scorch, they burn like the words of liars,
Like my soul inside me, like my hope so slightly,
Light the night, remind me how I shine so brightly,
I am leaving pieces of the chessboard leeches,
I don’t care who preaches, I‘m no puppet.


Verse Two


Pseudonymous tracks splatter on the golden ladder,
Everybody grabs steps and stagger to find matter,
Impossible greed screams, weeping the liquid of fiends,
Wicked are kings, queens, typically your self proclaimed dreams,

Dangling strings of pawns, has the camera’s eye got me?
Illuminati are sipping beers with the devil on coffee,
Just to keep a record on copy of our consumption,
24/7 - observing our distraught dysfunction,

Wobbled and swayed, thrown to the cobble and pave,
A probable wave approaches our intolerable grave,
Running with muttering skeletons, lacking the flesh,
Slaughtering veterans, the measurement you’re falling is depths -

Deeper than worlds beneath the dead’s abode, heads are cold,
Yelling let us go, but the puppeteer will never, though,
So, unless you ever show something extraordinary,
Dare we call it courage, I’ll make the strings pull heavy, while -


Chorus


I’m tugged, I’m turned, I’m dropped, I’m burned,
When will the world learn, this is not my concern,
It’s the strings, the wires, the manipulative walking by us,
The fires, they scorch, they burn like the words of liars,
Like my soul inside me, like my hope so slightly,
Light the night, remind me how I shine so brightly,
I am leaving pieces of the chessboard leeches,
I don’t care who preaches, I‘m no puppet.


Verse Three


Statistically I’m marvellous but man would never harbour us -
Philosophical types with more fight, whatever drama does -
I conquer, develop sacred sanctuary spaces,
Behemoths are approaching these imaginary faces -

With death wishes, are you witches prepared to die,
I think your heart’s delicious, I’m growing vicious - spit in your eye,
Poison burns you, with not a cure to yearn to,
Oh, how the table’s turn, so foul, hate returns through -

Your jagged snapped spine, think you’ll ever crack mine?
Wires, through my wrists, slit, leaking out my body’s wine,
Reaching up I yank chords, falling from a bloody grasp,
Lurking through the dark to seek light, walking muddy grass,

Black spirits pass, singing melodies of lifeless demons,
But I’ll bury you in lakes of mass angels - screaming,
Hereditary is death, already came as I slept shaking,
Your hooks no longer hold me, I’m the error you kept making.


Chorus


I’m tugged, I’m turned, I’m dropped, I’m burned,
When will the world learn, this is not my concern,
It’s the strings, the wires, the manipulative walking by us,
The fires, they scorch, they burn like the words of liars,
Like my soul inside me, like my hope so slightly,
Light the night, remind me how I shine so brightly,
I am leaving pieces of the chessboard leeches,
I don’t care who preaches, I‘m no puppet.

 

Written by James Eagalwulf
© James Eagalwulf
Tuesday, 28 July 2009

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from Colours, released August 6, 2010
lyrics/vocals by James Eagalwulf
music by Marius C Hammerich

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kikai Bobenheim Roxheim, Germany

‚kikai kikagu’ is human-music. ‚Kikai’ does human-music; music by individuals for individuals: All artists decline payment of any kind so that the entire income deriving from album sales is donated to social projects: ‚Kikai’ and all musicians involved do not have to or want to prove anything to anyone - the sole incentive is to do good with the means available.

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