Puppets of Vanity

Puppets of Vanity

If that resurrection wasn't enough
The dead come back and talk
Their deaths soo horrible
I see the tangled web of nightmares
The ghostly shadows of forever watching

The puppet cords shifting
The puppets are the puppeteers
And we shall rule once again
The death of those who come again
Those ghostly shadows of forever watching over us

The bloodstained wings of hers flapping
Shes the angel who has lost her wings
Been ripped off, ripped out, shes soo useless
But we forgive her discretly

God help us
We're not soo good anymore
The bloody wings of hers
We're soo shameless
Soo vain under those eyes

We talk about ourselves
Tearing at eachother with our lies
And those puppets are soo idiotic
Those puppeteers are up on their engraved pedestals

How shamless
We see nothing of the sort
Blind eyes show us no shame
We never admit anything to eachother
But we saw those bloodstained wings flapping
Shes the angel who is useless

God save us
Running out of attempts
Running out of time
We saw her, I know
And that time was the last time

Puppeteers are out of jobs
We want magicians this time
No more manipulating those angels
I'd feel much better without her wings hanging on my vanity
Because I'm soo vain

This time
God saved us
Forever with her bloodstained wings out of my mind
I'd love to say... Shes our magician this time
Teaching us those miracles she taught us not long ago again
We're the audience and now its her turn