MY DESTINY SERVE MY PROPHECY SERVE MY FUTURE SERVE MY FUTURE the master man maker; twitching the thread of a thigh bone, twisting the stitch of a wrist
strong) She's a lamb (she's a tiger) and I'll stand beside her My beautiful spider spinning her web of velvet and steel [ strings ] Blow in my mind like a
For five minutes in the yard Just for a moment I caught you off guard And I'm a tangled up puppet All hanging in your strings I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
This world hangs by a slender thread, Trust Wrapped up in a treacherous web, Trust And one man pulls the string bring down the whole damn thing don't
and you string me along You keep on playin? games But I?m finally tryin to break away from you I?m so tired of holdin on When you string me along A
makes a loop A thousand more follow A thousand more follow till my arms are surrounded By a comical web of light My arms in the eyes of a web of light
foolish, playing king for a day I hang with my people whenever I can You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue like a fly on a string There's a web
's an ending I'm afraid to see Manipulations got its strings tied tightly around my wrists A soft heart and a softer spine trapped me in her grip She spun a web
a man without no arms you can't hang Time for a change of the guard You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard For real, check it, I pull strings
a slave of lust in tiredness and greed Inflame your eye at the desirous brightness Inflame face to face with the dead... Be dark like the night Be like a web
strip down all the baggage it always tends to weigh me down tied up strings are tied down it's a complicated web you weave hello hello i'm abandon put
punk on a motherfuckin' hunt for red october Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a sb-1200 Instruments the terror
break Threads, just hanging threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me Strings, invisible strings
Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money
, is the silken web falls Mist illusion rips away "Helpless, helpless" now they screamin' Helpless on the path he stands And awakens, awakens from his dream Singin' string
trees Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note She's gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody seem him
to control the west It's crawling across the border right up to the leader's nest Like a spider's web, politicians in their net Strings are growing
biding my time. Watching and waiting - but now you are mine. Weaving the web that entwines you, like a puppet you play on the end of your strings 'till