i remember when
we were young
everything was full of life;

i remember then
we were hateful
never giving the other
the light of day

Back then
there was chaos
discord ran amuck

fear and chaos
ruled the garden
controlling us
slowly, but surely

invisible strings
pushing on our limbs
we were no-one
in particular

but then one day
you found a pair of blades
slashing and striking
we had no strings
no, not any-more

we will not stand
in your game of chance
your luck ran out
we will fight,
we will stand
against you

a puppeteer can only
control his puppets
for so long
just watch as your paper dolls
take out their little weapons

and bring the white queen down
oh, who gave you that crown
was it... deep down
that you felt yourself suffocate,
drown?