The strings were strung in the hole in the floor
The body hung like a jacket on a door
It swayed and twisted shock and terror on its face
All dismayed and blistered I have to get out of this place
I ran and climbed my fingers going raw
The world span and inclined as I fell into his claw
He smiled no, grinned, as he reach his hand to my face to touch it
How did he find me again? That God damn puppet
