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And still you keep on seeding hate
Dosis sola facit venenum
You control the one you create
Your senses have become so numb
Antipathy to the whole human race
You just tighten up the strings
It's your own footsteps you retrace
You are just waiting in the wings
The puppeteer, the puppeteer
Keeps playing on his strings
They come to him, from far and near
He's the puppeteer, puppeteer
The puppeteer, the puppeteer
Keeps playing on his strings
They come to him, from far and near
He's the puppeteer, puppeteer
You have them in your grip
Let them dance for your delight
With only your hate equipped
You want them to incite
How much blood will be shed
Until your mask get out of place
And they want to see you dead
Vanish the smile of your face
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