I have a closet full of shadow puppets
They're funny
Don't you think?
Cuz even though I call them puppets
They're controlling me

Look at them
And you might laugh
Because they look asleep
But if you laugh
You ignite the wrath
Of what lies underneath
Their marble eyes
Like a void black hole
But stare at them
You shouldn't dare
Because from a single meaningless glare
They'll come to life
They'll take your soul
They'll eat you alive
They'll eat you whole

Because these are my shadow puppets
And they live inside my attic
But climb on up
And visit too much
And they'll turn your thoughts to static
They dress themselves in all black
But the fact is
They're not trying to hide
The fact is
If you get close enough
They'll lure you inside

Because these are my shadow puppets
And they live inside my basement
But saying that they aren't alive
Would be an untrue statement
Wooden dummies --
They might look
Hollow
Empty
Broken
Just don't be fooled by their vacantness
Take heed of what I've spoken
And if you enter the malicious trap
Just be aware
You won't come back

Because these are my shadow puppets
And they live on a string
But please don't try and make them dance
They're not as funny as you think
And if you accidentally tangle them
Or wrap their threads around their necks
You'll make them quite unhappy
And I assure you
You'll be next

Because these are the shadow puppets
And they're closing in on you
Let them inside
And you will find
They stick to you like glue
One tap on your bedroom door
Two more from the basement --
They're under your floor
Three extra knocks
From inside your wall
But there's more
No
That's not all
Four bangs from above
They're in the attic
Five pounds in your room
Go check the closet
Watch them creep in through your windows
Let them slip inside your halls
Let them dance up on your ceiling
Let them slink and let them crawl
Let them waltz into your dreams
Let them sleep inside your bed
Let them laugh when they hear you scream
“Oh, I WISH THAT I WAS DEAD!”

...

You have a closet full of shadow puppets
Dormant
Inside your room
Try not to wake them up too often
They surely want your doom

Because these are your shadow puppets
And they live inside your head
It's funny that you call them puppets
When it's you
Hanging by a thread.

I have a friend
His name is Depression
He used to come and go frequently
But now I think he's here to stay

I used to have a friend
Her name was Joy
She came and went frequently too
But now I think she's gone for good

Depression and Joy don't get along
When one comes, the other goes
They're never together
And they never will be

They used to be evenly matched
But Depression grows much faster than Joy
He's much bigger now
He's much stronger

So now, when they fight
Over who will stay with me
Depression wins
He wins nearly every time

He beats her
He beats her badly
Leaving her scarred and bruised
Leaving her black and blue

I used to care
I used to try and stop him
I used to try and protect her
But I don't anymore

Depression is stronger than Joy
He's stronger than me now, too
So I simply watch
As he scares her away

I used to run after her
But I don't now
Joy used to be my friend
But not anymore

I can't trust her
She leaves when I need her the most
But Depression always comes back for me
He always comes back

Joy has been away a long time now
Longer than she ever has
I'm not sure if I'll ever see her again
I'm not sure if I want too

Because now, I have Depression
My true savior
My true protector
My true friend

He sits with me
He sleeps with me
He walks with me
He talks with me
He follows me
He stays with me
He holds onto me
He won't let me go

Now that I have Depression
I don't have to wait for Joy
For her to come home to me
Not anymore.