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.