The Puppeteer - Monosphere

White walls are surrounding me

Wood windows in a picture frame

Worried whispers coming from the outside

Fall upon a colony of deaf ears

These are the people who take control of butterflies

These are the people who can make the sheer insignificance

Of a wing flapping turn the whole world upside down

I take command in a puny cubicle

Its cardboard walls are painted in morally gray

All my life I’ve been betrayed

Let’s leave a mark in this dying world

I sense a tingle from my fingertips

Take a deep breath while it crawls up to my brain

I can feel

I can feel now

I can feel

I can feel now

I can feel the power

I can feel the reign

I am pulling the strings

I am the puppeteer