Puppeteer With Scissorhand

Like a wisdom teeth, I slowly grow in pairs If hell is all the others, am I also being the hell of someone else? Guess I'll dance monkey dance They say in heaven nothing's to compare Eternity with no substitute to anything they'll give you right away Guess I'll dance monkey dance Your rules Your game No god will descend like a fair weather friend Pull the ladder up And rightfully so Die with your delusion Die with your illusion Is it more real if we all pretend? Or are we becoming too afraid to see the truth and living after it? Well, I saw Now, I say... There will be nothing left to fight for Demons will break your front door They'll give you reason to pledge for war A slave to money and food stores You'll be wanting more Always more In the end you won't even bother to love You'll give yourself like a prostitute No dirty hands will ever need gloves You'll be wanting Always more Your rules Your game No god will descend like a fair weather friend Pull the ladder up And rightfully so Die with your delusion Die with your illusion