Chained, concealed. Locked up in your mind Every word she says will tighten the bind These illusions are not letting you out. With her own inflicted distorted reality She pulls the strings attached to your lifeless body. You can scream your lungs out if you please Your freedom in our hands obedience is key. How I possess the knowledge of the puppeteer Is that she had her grasp on me Feel the grasp of her illusion Welcome to the puppeteer's delusion ...PUPPETEER'S DELUSION... She is the key to your freedom such a malicious demon You can scream but the keys are .The keys are with the heathen. Feed the grudging puppeteer She grows as you drudge in fear Feel the grasp of her illusion Welcome to the puppeteer's delusion!