Sitting in the cellar, watching all the others It was only yesterday, needles in my skin THEY turned my last remains into this Puppet thing Blood to walk, blood to see Blood to walk again and Blood to be I can see, but I cannot move at all Yet I have feelings, I know its very strange Blood to walk, blood to see Blood to walk again and Blood to be Im on my shelf...Eternal eyes they never sleep I take a look...and in the dark I see Victoria There is no mistake, that is my beloved Sitting on her shelf.. alone and so dead Theres a light outside the door Mommy and Daddy are back for more.. Lets play Hello my children...In Blood I will teach you THEY take Victoria down from her shelf THEY sit her on the floor.. and me in front of her Blood to walk, blood to see Blood to walk again and Blood to be There are strings attached to our heads There are strings in arms and legs The Puppet Masters hands Oh they keep us straight Pressing the needle in...I feel the sting, its Emerencia Injecting Blood...Into the both of us...Its hot I think I see her move Theres a tingle in our skin I cant believe...That she can she again... There is no mistake, that is my beloved I have missed you so.. oh no Its like a Horror Show without a word we know As we communicate.. with our eyes.. deep inside We wonder why Why our minds are now in our eyes We can move without any strings Theyre alive...thats enough for today.. put them away
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