The puppeteer and the one on the strings

Scissor scissor cut cut away at these things

I've broken your body and your spirit will follow

A concept I find so sweet to you is a harder thing to swallow

I see your agony and know of your distrust

So the blade of silent rebellion is one of agony and rust

Sharp are these senses following innate disbelief

That I was something more than what you could believe

So you judge before you witness just what lies underneath

Misguided blasphemies adorn your spoken word so discreet

I value the path least traveled to bend your every whim to my own

You judged before you understood the only thing of stupidity you've ever known