By Nora McClellan
My name is Otis C. Dickinson And I am the master of puppets I’ve got a special show That I planned just for you No one else can see what I can do So step right up on my stage The star of the show must not be late And who shall we see today? You. You are a marionette, subject to my whims For I hold the strings, I’m in control I control your hands, your limbs, The very thoughts in your head The only thing you own is your soul And even for that you’ll pay a toll My voice will echo in your mind Demanding that its hunger be fed There are no limits To what I can make you do, To what I can make you think You hear my cruel laugh When you beg for it to stop What a fool you are To think you have any power. You're nothing without me Don't you ever forget I am always in charge If you fight back, I’ll just grip harder and harder Tighten my hold til you don’t know Who you are beyond the puppet master’s control. You don’t know who you are But you know who I am “A monster is controlling me,” You whisper to yourself. I feel you pull against me As you try to make it stop What a fool I was To forget about your power. You pull until the strings snap And you crawl off the stage Now you’re in charge If I fight back, you’ll go farther and farther Till I can’t see you, till I don’t know Who I am without a puppet to control.