You're the master's puppet,
Which he calls his doll.
You are the most prized of all.
You're connected by the strings,
While he makes you sing.
He dresses you up with bling,
But that's not your thing.
You want to escape,
But you're forced to partake.
The scene of a lake is what you think.
But you'll never make it.
He's got a hold of you.
The grip turns you blue.
Breathe. He says.
But you can't.
You remember that,
You are only his doll.
Remember you're the master's puppet.
What he calls his doll.
The most prized of all.
