Twisted around your finger tightly Master, schooled in the art of manipulation Do they had out degrees for that? Many victims fell before me How many will follow? You play the wounded soul so well Drawing the adulation of hapless idiots Professing empathy and compassion With a heart void of any sincerity Emotional vampire, leaching attention Savoring the taste of ultimate control Puppeteer, yanking fragile life strings Of a frantically dancing marrionette Its face contorted in a rictus of pain Till you tire of the pathetic show And drop it like a bag of old bones Thus satisfied, Walk away looking for the next dummy