Mind Control from The Puppeteer by Black Sun

A whole life trying to find it
Some way to get out of the show
So tired to see them crawl

Realize their lives are bitter
So empty, shameless, no control
Can’t take of this no more
Just Puppets dangling

Fighting, trying,
To avoid a course that leads to
Crying… Dying
Right behind that mask of dreams unborn

Mislead down to perfection
March to the scripted sodomy
Of fake reality
The string still dangling

Fighting, Trying,
Break away the chapter, they´re still
Crying… Dying
Mind control their emptiness of soul

Fighting, Trying,
Break away the chapter, they´re still
Crying… Dying
Mind control their emptiness of soul

• Hard Rock
• Heavy Metal.
• Metal
• Power Metal
• heavy metal
• Guayaquil