You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists

 

Puppet, puppet, little puppet.

Little little puppet to ancient old machinery.

Puppet, puppet, little puppet, 

Do you think they won’t notice you

Cause they look at me?

Puppet, puppet, little puppet,

Little puppet thing,

On little puppet strings.

Don't pray for me.

I don't need it.

I don't have a soul to safe

And I mean it.

Don’t say this is

So you can save me.

The person that I am

Does not need saving.

I know my voice

And I know what I am saying.

It’s not my soul,

But violence that you’re craving.

You want my blood and you want my head bowed.

You want the conclusion to the harm you’re creating now.

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists,

The memory of that deadly kiss.

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists.

I like how I live,

It’s you that don’t.

It’s you who hate the

Life that I won’t.

I like what I see,

The peace I found.

But you will never notice,

The way you creep around.

You will never notice the way you creep around us.

You want my blood and you want my head bowed.

You want the conclusion to the harm you’re creating now.

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists,

The memory of that deadly kiss.

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists.

You want our tears and you want our deaths.

You want to feel like you are the one who was standing last. 

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists.

The history repeating that deadly kiss.

You missed the feeling of teeth on your fists.

History will forget all you was,

But your violence.

Tell me was that fame worth

Turning our bodies to silence?