You were clever and calculating, planning so, so far ahead
You thought it'd be over, but we both know dead isn't dead
Still, you crafted your plot in painstaking, crystalline perfection
But all that glitters isn't gold, all I am is not a reflection
You had all your pieces where you needed them, in alignment that rivaled the constellations
All your blue-prints were finalized before the ink dried, and you were far from blind; there would be complications
You would make altercations
Your patience carried you to new destinations
And though you didn't know what would happen, your guess was more educated than any scholar
You devoted your whole life to spreading and infecting others with your squalor
But to deposit yourself into so many hearts, it left you missing a few parts
You knew that too, though, made a point of recording it on your charts
You did the math over and over and came to decision that you would still be capable in your original incarnation
But then you added me to the mix, and I was a difficult allocation
Everything you did was seemingly flawless, the plan went smoothly on course
But you forgot, she made you, your own tool was your undoing, and still it got worse
Way back at my beginning, you made a fatal mistake
That put your entire life's work at stake
You made me a puppet, a doll, a toy
You never concerned yourself with which one to destroy
But you made me a puppet, a pitiful marionette of all things
You miscalculated, however, I was made without strings