Puppeteer by Nhala Lyrics

Puppeteer - NHALA

Blame is another word for
A victim who didn't want to own up to his or her shame
Cause you went and you miscalculated
Defend to carry on and deny a hundred times again
All the boys and girls been biting your bait
You're hooking us for your dinner
But you call yourself a bread winner
Communication doesn't work if you're being vague
You assume we're all just fools
But it gets hot to cool an ego inflamed

You give me minimum wage
I can't afford to fulfill these narcissistic traits
You better run, babe

Do you want me back?
Do you want to puppeteer my strings?
Cause my mind and body, my soul is everything
I'm not another lab rat for your circus maze
You go round and round
And hunt somebody weaker for your prey
He calls up the stage to his red hotel
Open your eyes you'll find your in hell
He's taking your name, wants a soul to sell
This nightmare begins on a carousel