Left arm
Right arm
Heart and spleen
My old woman she pulls the strings
I'm not a real boy and her emotions run like broken toys
It runs thicker than water
Watch how I can bend
It smells like iron and her tongue is red
The blood bender is who I have met
The easy life is what she regrets
It's the puppet master
She's the puppet master
There is no perfect mother she screamed and she wept
But our love for her is what we always kept
So pull
Pull those strings of mine
So I can walk with a heart and no brain in mind
I'm not a real boy
I'm not a real boy
It's the puppet master
She's the puppet master
Left arm
Right arm
Heart and spleen
My old woman she pulls the strings
The blood bender is the best defender of world's ugliest things
I'm not a real boy with those strings of mine
I have no choice
No wind in my sail with a loner's voice
It's the blood bender
So pull
Pull those strings of mine
So I can walk with a heart and no brain in mind
I'm not a real boy
I'm not a real boy
It's the puppet master
So pull
Pull those strings of mine
So I can walk with a heart and no brain in mind
So pull
Pull those strings of mine