Burden of Grief - Master of Puppets Lyrics

End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear
Sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death's construction
Taste me you will see more is all you need
You're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster obey your Master
Your life burns faster obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name
'cause I'll hear you scream master
Master just call my name
'cause I'll hear you scream master
Master needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
Master, Master
Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter
All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season

End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear
Sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death's construction
Taste me you will see more is all you need
You're dedicated to how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster obey your Master
Your life burns faster obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name
'cause I'll hear you scream master
Master just call my name
'cause I'll hear you scream master
Master needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
Master, Master
Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter
All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season