pub dog

I'm on da strings, making me do things I'm a puppet its puppetry these demons demonically controlling me constantly it's not me making the moves that i do honestly I got more morals than the motions that I'm doing it's not wat it seems I got these demons these strings are making me do all the weird things , its my head, saying strange stuff its tricking me it must be magic wizardry, witchery, must be a spell put on me they are controlling everything trying to pull me down, but I rise above anything that they thro my way even tho my fate is chosen, they love to hate me and try to manipulate me I see right through the lies, when i get free from the chains, the limit is the sky, where god resides, you better run and hide they need to find a vessel for a dissquise they are gaining power from my crys I'm on strings, I'm on puppet strings the one in control, is out this world just stuck in his spell