I tried to capture the ability of the puppet master's ability to dupe you so they can gain power and control over you. Heavy metal-metalcore edge with the angry emotion one feels when the plot is revealed.
Lyrics
Puppet Strings Lyrics by Virus Inc
They keep him in the frame
But never in the room
A signed-up shadow
In a sealed blue suit
His eyes hit glass
His words hit tape
The staff keeps smiling
While they lock the gates
Paper walls, locked doors
Auto pens, black lies
They feed him lines
Then cut the feed alive
Pull the cord
Hide the face
Move the hands
Erase the place
Who is pulling him?
Who is pulling him?
Rich hands, dark souls
Tight on the strings
(Lies, Lies)
They move the mouth
They move the screen
(Lies, Lies)
And leave us under the machine
He signs what they slide
In a room off-limits
Maps on the table
With the corners ripped
Staff in clean suits
Standing like guards
But their eyes keep shifting
Toward the hidden dark
He’s a puppet with a pulse
A shell in a chair
While the wolves in the hall
Breathe poison in the air
Pull the cord
Hide the face
Move the hands
Erase the place
Who is pulling him?
Who is pulling him?
Rich hands, dark souls
Tight on the strings
(Lies, Lies)
They move the mouth
They move the screen
(Lies, Lies)
And leave us under the machine
Tom hits like a war drum
Floor shakes, walls crack
No mask can save you
When sanity comes back
Show me the room
Show me the chain
Show me the names
Behind the stain
Who is pulling him?
Who is pulling him?
Rich hands, dark souls
Tight on the strings
(Die, die)
They move the mouth
They move the screen
(Die, die)
And leave us under the machine
Who is pulling him?
Who is pulling him?
Cut the curtain
Burn the strings