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Marionette
In a reversal of the 'Clockwork' theme, this song is about seizing power violently. The narrator cuts the strings, staining their teeth with blood, and declares 'I am the puppet master.' I wanted to capture the thrill of transitioning from the vessel to the controller, turning the stage into a 'cathedral' of vengeance.
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THE VERSES
Beckoned to follow me
Stalked from the shadows of the trees
With a shudder of the branches
The world
It starts to fall
And I taste the blood upon your tongue
My little plaything
Come
Come
You're just a vessel to me now
You belong to me now
I've tasted the thrill of what it's like to kill
I fell for the throb of a still-beating heart
Now my teeth are bloodstained
And I've gotten a taste for
A crimson-coated sugar rush
This place is sacred
My cathedral
The snow is falling like the ashes of a pyre
I felt the beating of your heart within your chest
But you won't feel it again
And I saw your face in the ashes of the fire
In the embers of your pyre
The embers of your pyre
I've tasted the thrill of what it's like to kill
I fell for the throb of a still-beating heart
Now my teeth are bloodstained
And I've gotten a taste for
A crimson-coated sugar rush
They made you dance upon your strings
So I cut them for you
Your blood is on my hands
But your soul is my plaything now
You are the marionette
I am the puppet master
I've tasted the thrill of what it's like to kill
I fell for the throb of a still-beating heart
Now my teeth are bloodstained
And I've gotten a taste for
A crimson-coated sugar rush
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate