When this string snaps,
And I'm falling through the air,
I won't need more of your care,
My fate'll be to the ground below,
I'll be glad, but you won't know.
I'll be writhing in pain,
Pain from my broken limbs,
Fading but in song and hymns,
As body and soul draw apart,
Dying, dying of a broke heart.
You've had me so bad,
You have been my puppeteer,
You control when I shed a tear,
You control when I'm to smile,
You get me elated for a while.
And then you smash me again,
You build me to break me in pieces,
You take me to the highest places,
And then you drop me to my death,
You've used me like a sniff of meth.
And then you testify,
How I've made you lose yourself,
How I'm like the devil himself,
But you won't say what you are,
It's you, you're the devil's puppeteer.