Like a marionette
Hanging on a thread
Of sorrow
Hanging on a string
Cannot feel a thing
Not even pain
Another step she takes into the void
Without a care in the world
With nothing
Another stride towards the big unknown
Always hanging on
Anything that comes and goes
Like a marionette
Pulled up on the set
Of madness
Walking on a line
Between dead and fine
Untill it's over
Another step...
Like a puppet on a string
She pulls away from anything
That holds her down
To the ground
And if you ever cross her path
Towards the void, you should know that
There's nothing there
Not even sound
Another step...