In the back of my mind
I hear them chiming ever so softly
They ring with a clarity
That nothing could-

Shut up, you child
That will be the death of you
In the end because puppets
Should not be so
Attracted to their poison
Do you want to shatter?

They are silver and polished
With trumpets sounding
Behind their tones
And there has never been-

This is for the weak at heart
If you do that, nothing will
Change but the fact that
Everything will be stolen
From you again
Do you want to be like your mother?

A white dress flows down
The aisle and violins play
The march of the powerful
And we think that-

Get over yourself child
No one will ever want you like that
She's just lying so that
You won't be so afraid of
What you will do to her
Don't you understand that-

No.
I love her.
She loves me.
Stop with your petty games
You killer piece of my head.
It's not today or two years away.
But ******
One day
She will ask
And I won't
Let you get in her way.