Lyrics The Backstage Rage - handkerchief code

Puppet strings in his trembling hand
Innocent faces at his command
Wooden eyes with malevolent gleam
In the dark puppetry, he'll haunt your dreams
He pulls the strings, his marionettes sway
In this puppeteer's game, no one can stay
A master of deception, in the shadows he hides
With puppets and counterfeit bills, he bides
Puppeteer of fear, a twisted charade
Innocence shattered in the shadows he's made
He uses his puppets to keep the truth at bay
In his counterfeit world, he leads the way
But as the puppets dance, the truth unfolds
Counterfeit money, secrets untold
He uses the fear in their wide-eyed stare
To keep them away from his counterfeit lair
But the puppets whisper secrets in the night
Their wooden souls yearning for the light
They long to break free, to escape his grip
In this puppeteer's world, where darkness is hip
As the show goes on, the tension grows
The puppeteer's secret, nobody knows