Puppeteer

I'm a goner
But I don't really want help
From your savior
I need somebody else

Cause I'm broken
Like a window of desperation
And the shattered glass
Among my hesitation

Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys

Woah Oh

I'm a fanatic
The panic of an entourage
We're the victims
Of a genocide upon

Well the day glow
Stains my broken bed
Like the bang of a drum
Or a blast amongst my head

Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys

Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings

Don't you try
To mess with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene

Hit the road

We're lost
And broken from the pain
The cost
Of all this misery

Listen
I don't really wanna die
But these days
There's no hope to survive

Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys

Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings

Don't you try
To fuck with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene

Hit the road