We all have strings tied onto us,
yet they are invisible.
you'll kill someone not knowing why
and still you wont even cry.
your face will be a midnight black
and you wont even crack a smile.
you'll throw your hands in the air,
as music flows threw your hair.
the man will tell you what to do,
so without a say you begin to obey.
sliding the knife right threw your
veins, and than his power gains.
smearing your blood on the victim
will bring the slightest bit of a tear.
they try to scurry away from pain,
but your too insane to let them
escape. you'll rape them good,
leaving them with nightmares.
and you'll share your terror
with your friends.
if you didn't bring enough pain,
the man will put you too an end.
so try to notice the strings on your
back, before you start to lack
your identity.
