If I told the stories of a thousand lifetimes , you followed behind me as I gave you mine, and though we find we box within the shame our hands left without arms that to give you gain,
you found us without a choice you created us without a Home, you found my Mind , you gave me yours, what is my number will you call it when I am gone,
I wrestle with you but you seem to be gone, nothing is without choice nothing seems to be without gain, I knew I find myself waiting only to find my blame,
my knees shall be without legs, my hands are lame, I find myself without my shame,
eyes without a face , face without a choice, you gave me a body to make me your soul,
I am without my eyes although visions I see,
you are my Master , but I seem to be the Key,
I find myself you keep your lack, I will be here still waiting until you come back,
Dark flies all around me they shout I hear there voice, wings take me back without a choice, I cannot master this thing called life, it seems it plays behind my back.
if I could have one thing , one thing I wanted home, I would want to know your Hidden Mysteries why must I roam.
I walk on steel glass, it seems to cut, nothing in this life seems to be my choice.
If I am still standing within my home, help me to find you again, there's nothing wrong.
give me a choice but seems to be without , you have the keys I only can doubt.
tears where razors and that without the eyes, I weep and find myself under your skies,
you call my name and I do hear your voice, I find myself that without a choice,
If I could see beyond this world, what eyes I would have but they would be yours.
Master Puppet ."