We Are Puppets

We are puppets ,

We are gentle ,

And timid ,

And shy ,

And submissive.

We step out and their eyes bore onto us ,

There are watchful eyes at every turn and wolves waiting at every corner,

One wrong step,

And they tear us limb to limb ,

The blood will spill out along with innocence .

Man is a strange animal,

He will hunt the puppets down,

A hungry look in his eyes,

Eyes that are ready to pop out,

Eyes that will follow you in every corner and every alley .

Man is a strange animal,

He wants to control the puppets ,

As far as he's concerned; 

The puppets are merely a pair of legs ,

The puppets are his ,

His to play with,

And use,

And control,

His to swallow the puppets whole.

And do so until the puppets are dead ,

But don't be fooled,

His eyes and his hands and his hunger will follow you into death ,

Because we are puppets; gentle and timid and shy,

Because we are puppets merely with flesh.