I command it
I tie some little strings upon it
And I can make it stand and sit
It cannot resist me one little bit
Because I command it
You can't countermand it
Mine is the final word
Yours is to do it
I programmed it
I opened up your head
And I entered the code
Now my thoughts to yours are wed
Now I can just think it
And you will do it
It's leagues above where it was
When you had to listen
As I gave just cause
Or maybe I can just wear you
Like an empty pelt
I'll wrap myself up in you
Without the you
Inside of you
Things will be much easier
I think
All these things:
Control
How far you'll let me go:
Your call
Let me in
I'll be the source of your fall
I promise no greatness
No treasures
No prize
Only death
Only fear
Reflected in all eyes
When they see you coming
To do my bidding
I promise nothing
And I'll keep that oath
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