Who will be your next little puppet, your marionette
Who's next you mislead and leave in to your labyrinth
Who will be the next fool like me to go from smoke to smother
You pull them string, try manipulate them simply 'cos you suffer

I should've stand my ground on my decision, you were a step ahead
I should've spoken myself out of your prison at least under my breath
Who's the next you pursuade to fall with you on your fatal bed
Who's the next to justify the games of your twisted head

You tried to crusify me
You tried compress and control me
I made you weak and in the end you made me strong
and I'm not sorry