Apr 2014
Enchanted* puppets created for misery.
Born out of flesh,
the minds were fresh,
distorted in a land of illusion,
Rotting figures out of twisted confusion.
Used and abused,
just fragile spirits,
questioning nothing in this reality.
Existence without a design,
set in a shrine of compulsory pain.
The shackles broke as they spoke,
now free like other folk.
Addicted to pain and drama,
they languished without the anguish.
They sought new strings that inflict trauma.
Born out of flesh,
the minds were fresh,
distorted in a land of illusion,
Rotting figures out of twisted confusion.
Used and abused,
just fragile spirits,
questioning nothing in this reality.
Existence without a design,
set in a shrine of compulsory pain.
The shackles broke as they spoke,
now free like other folk.
Addicted to pain and drama,
they languished without the anguish.
They sought new strings that inflict trauma.
Humans are like puppets in that neither have control of their fate.
Stanza #1: Enchanted flesh, fresh distorted figures
Stanza #1: Since birth people's lives are already planned by families.
Stanza #2: abused spirits nothing without pain
Stanza #2: Humans always cause pain in their existence.
Stanza #3: they like pain without trauma
Stanza #3: People like to experience temporary pain
Stanza #1: Enchanted flesh, fresh distorted figures
Stanza #1: Since birth people's lives are already planned by families.
Stanza #2: abused spirits nothing without pain
Stanza #2: Humans always cause pain in their existence.
Stanza #3: they like pain without trauma
Stanza #3: People like to experience temporary pain
