If I was a healer and had miracles to spend
You would be my last purchase
Your cruel demeanor reeling me in
Naively believing your promised words
Marionette dancing on your stage
I am sick to my soul of your devil dance
Let me be awhile I won”t run, can”t run
You are my downfall and desire
I”ll buy a new costume, you choose the colour
Compose a new score
After all
You are my director
I am your whore