Lyrics Marionette - TCM Optic

I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my heart, she took the rest of me
You don't think I got these checks for free
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me, Let me bleed

I was nothing but a goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette
I was nothing but a Goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette

And when I fall you better hold on with your life, you're getting buried instead
I'm feeling lifted let me hang by a thread
I don't wanna hold your weight on my shoulders
I can't deal with your pain and mine sober
Everything is broken
Everything is broken
All that shit you did and thought that I would never notice
Let me know my hope is
Murder when she wrote it
I would love to think I'm fine, but I'm hopeless
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me, Let me bleed

I was nothing but a Goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette
I was nothing but a Goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette

Now I'm tripping on my feet
6 feet underneath
I'm a goner
Somewhere in between
Sorrow and relief
Now it's over
Agony and grief, I'm debris, woah
I'm left to be
Just what you left of me, woah
I'm left to see
Just what you left of me
Bottle got me so fucked up I can't read you
It's always the right things with wrong people
Or maybe I'm the villain here but you're no hero
For real

I picked my life up everyday
For you to throw it all away
Horns on your temple there to stay
But you're the devil anyway
I picked my life up everyday
For you to throw it all away
Horns on your temple there to stay

I was nothing but a Goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette
I was nothing but a Goddamn puppet
And that does it
I'll go to hell, ah fuck it
I'm burnt from it
So here's a rose gold shovel, come and bury me dead
You're pulling strings up on that marionette

I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me, Let me bleed