Neurospasmata
Come one, come all
To my brand new play
Took so long to elaborate
Perfection under way
A fairytale of love betrayal and treason
Of hope and affliction
Nothing unconsidered
For no reason
All the themes so masterly entwined
Every scene played out in my head
A thousand times
Tugging once to the left
Twice to the right
Remain in charge with all my might
Stay thoroughly focused
Careful to not lose track
From up here I can see every change of direction
The moment has finally arrived
Everyone get in position
Let the world wait no longer
For my splendid creation
I am the puppeteer
Controlling every limb
In charge of all your movements
Aberrations don't exist
Overseeing it all
From my pedestal I enthral
Pull the strings even tighter
Volition be lost beyond recall
Defy all resistance
Every distraction ruins my concept
You're all part of my play
No room for individuality
I am the puppeteer
In charge of all your movements
Aberrations don't exist
Overseeing it all
From my pedestal I enthral
Pull the strings even tighter
Volition be lost
I may be the author of this act
I may be able to direct
Your bodies, but I cannot get
Inside your heads
How foolish to think
There would be no divergency
I may have written the script
But I don't know the ending of the play
To my brand new play
Took so long to elaborate
Perfection under way
A fairytale of love betrayal and treason
Of hope and affliction
Nothing unconsidered
For no reason
All the themes so masterly entwined
Every scene played out in my head
A thousand times
Tugging once to the left
Twice to the right
Remain in charge with all my might
Stay thoroughly focused
Careful to not lose track
From up here I can see every change of direction
The moment has finally arrived
Everyone get in position
Let the world wait no longer
For my splendid creation
I am the puppeteer
Controlling every limb
In charge of all your movements
Aberrations don't exist
Overseeing it all
From my pedestal I enthral
Pull the strings even tighter
Volition be lost beyond recall
Defy all resistance
Every distraction ruins my concept
You're all part of my play
No room for individuality
I am the puppeteer
In charge of all your movements
Aberrations don't exist
Overseeing it all
From my pedestal I enthral
Pull the strings even tighter
Volition be lost
I may be the author of this act
I may be able to direct
Your bodies, but I cannot get
Inside your heads
How foolish to think
There would be no divergency
I may have written the script
But I don't know the ending of the play
Credits
Writer(s): Felix Jaquemot, Martina Greuel
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