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The Puppet
(album: What Good Is Grief To A God?)
Such a cute doll seems to be your friend.
A small evil face ´till the deadly end.
The trilogy of terror has just begun.
You´ll be lucky to see the morning sun.
Running through your room with a razor bite,
another victim, another bloody site.
Run, run, run as fast as you can.
The puppet has you in the palm of his hand.
