Call me the new Pinocchio, strings pulled from the shadows

Call me the new Pinocchio, strings pulled from the shadows, Crafting tales like a maestro, truth bending like meadows. Wooden heart with a spark, study the art of deception, Living life in the dark, but I’m seeking the connection. Strings pulled tight, watch me dance in the shadows, Truth twisted like wood, in a world full of gallows. Lies drip like honey, sweet poison in my veins, Every puppet master smiling, playing mind games. Lies drip like the rain, I’m a puppet with a vision, Every word that I say feels like I’m on aqà mission. Crafting dreams from the seams, I’m the king of the fables, Stitching stories in the night, I’m unstable but able. Heart made of timber, but my dreams are like fire, Fiction in my veins, I’m a liar’s desire. Marionette moves, but I’m cutting the strings, Chasing all the nightmares that the darkness brings Watch me rise from the lies, got a nose for the truth, Spitting bars like a flame, igniting the Qatarbooth. Strings cut, I’m alive, feeling free in my zone, No more strings on my vibe, I’m just carving my throne. Every step that I take, got the world in my grasp, No more hiding in shadows, I’m the light that will last. So call me the new Pinocchio, living out my design, With the heart of a lion, and the will to redefine Echoes of my past haunt these hollowed halls, Whispers in the night, hear the distant calls. Eyes wide open, but I’m blind to the truth, Living in a story where the lies are the proof. Call me the new Pinocchio, carving my fate, With every breath I take, I’m just tempting the weight. Tales of deception weave the fabric of my soul, In this twisted fairytale, I’m losing control. bagman on my own gring my own time, my own mind and they aint taking mine.