Pull me,
Pull my puppet strings,
Make me lust for pretty things,
Leave individuality my mother,
But conformity my lover,
Stealing,
Stealing me away.


Pull me,
Pull my puppet strings
To the thrumming of the bass,
Hips shaking, bodies quaking,
Chanting words not understood,
Broken glass beneath our feet,
Reach farther, thrash harder,
Dance until you drop,
Reality is just a lie,
We're slaves to our single try.

Pull me,
Pull my puppet strings,
Stilettos clacking on the floor
To your sick dance,
Friends, snorting by the door,
Bound to cocaine,
Kissing on the kitchen floor
(tongue three inches down her throat)
Fleeing from the light of day,
The devil’s laughing.
You've entered his domain
Idiocy running through your veins.


Pull me,
Pull my puppet strings
To your hellish game,
With the boys drooling in the corner,
Searching for love,
Girls wasted on the floor,
A shot too much.
Blinded by a smoky haze,
Don't see them looking,
Stumbling in a drunken daze,
Don't feel them touching,
Meeting your demonic gaze,
A world to one,
Drag me across the floor
The last time.
Fumble life, it slips away,
We'll party till our dying day.