Playing the puppeteer, god has a plan, as much as you know better, they tell you to fear the man. Marbles lost, the mind of a sick freak, wires crossed from overloaded circuitry, outlook looking bleak. If the fire inside can't be extinguished, use that energy for good, please! Don't relinquish. Time and time again, the battle of the mind, like fragments scattered about, full power, foot to the floor, not the time to cop out. If I could relay a message to the heavenly spirit, please use our thoughts to heal this heart, otherwise don't come near it Time brings with it the power to sink or swim, at times the cup of damages, without warning, filled up to the brim Squeezing too tight, the headless horseman smashing pumpkins, if the riddle was easy to grasp, the test there'd be no flunkin' Life-like mannequins draped like a string of paper people along a dead-end street, attempt to bring life to this ghost town, the house of wax atop the hill, read this and weep If I could relay a message to the heavenly spirit, please use our thoughts to heal this heart, otherwise don't come near it Time brings with it the power to sink or swim, at times the cup of damages, without warning, filled up to the brim The bubbling cauldron of seeming lies, rolling boil, the black witch playing with ancient sacred spells, would end up being dumped by the fear-struck village people head-first into the bottomless well. Following this grisly act, the need for answers plagued the broken, perhaps the witch should be resurrected, and lent a volunteer for the taste of her tasty potion If I could relay a message to the heavenly spirit, please use our thoughts to heal this heart, otherwise don't come near it Time brings with it the power to sink or swim, at times the cup of damages, filled up to the brim Marauders, forced to face their reflection in the glass house of mirrors, would go blind not ready to take on their own image. The rolling thunder crackled in the distance like rotten tree branches in the wind. Only time would tell if the light, over dark, would win. If I could relay a message to the heavenly spirit, please use our thoughts to heal this heart, otherwise don't come near it Time brings with it the power to sink or swim, at times the cup of damages, filled up to the brim The power of love, not the seed of regret, can heal the traumas of the decisions made in the minds deepest depth. After much contemplation and conscious reflection, the people remembered the witch as a person and each other's reflection. If I could relay a message to the heavenly spirit, please use our thoughts to heal this heart, otherwise don't come near it Time brings with it the power to sink or swim, at times the cup of damages, filled up to the brim