Spirit Song
Come little puppet,
Dance on my String-
And let us find
What the Morrow may bring.
Your sweet little lips,
And bright little eyes
Will only keep you
With that I despise.
Hark, dying flower,
Listen, and hear-
All the demons
Of my Mind draw near.
However you waltz,
And traipse on these cords-
That one thing is true-
Your body's not yours.
Give you to me,
Be only mine-
Follow me through
The very sands of Time.
Whatever I say,
Whatever I do,
The only solution to me
Is you.