Pulling Strings Songtext
von Pincer+

Think it′s time like you're ready and primed
Probably got a million reasons why you think it′s fine
In red death, lie back, hear this horse whip crack
Think you'd catch us all on the slack, nah, fuck that

Extended pain in the brain makes the mind race
Hard pressed justifying mess, what a fucking shame
Feel heat up your spine from a damaged life
And you're still fucking wondering why?

Fuck it

Wake up
Pulling strings
Still think you′re a puppet master
Back down
In your cell
Better not crawl back out of the gutter


Cut off the skin
Take out the soul
I told you bitch you don′t fuck with me
I found the body you left on the ground
You could have buried me
I should have buried you

Keep your distance
The mind rings fresh the truth
The truth

Never wanted here
Again
Die in the cold
Stay away from me
Stay away
You climbed the hill
But you've been here before
Once more
Try and turn your blind eye
It won′t work this time
This time

No more words now
You're well out of line
Commitment to career suicide
Red death bites back
Red death bites back


Extended pain in the brain makes the mind race
Hard pressed justifying mess, what a fucking shame
Feel heat up your spine from a damaged life
And you′re still fucking wondering why?
Should have seen this one coming

Cut off the skin
Take out the soul

Lie in red death
Red death