Marionette (B. Spagnardi)

I want to rise and fall with your hands
Commanding the reins from above
Bound together, master and fool
In a tragic ballet we call love
Can't bear the load on a spine made of chain
A wooden heart feels no pain

Pull my strings, I'm your puppet
Marionette dressed in blue
Make me smile, wear a frown
Lift me up, knock me down

If you cut these wires where would I run
Just collapse in a heap on the floor
I'm broken, but the show must go on
There's no reason to fight anymore
Night after night I respond to your call
And wait for the curtain to fall

Dangle me, tangle me
Love me, hate me 
Animate, manipulate me
I'm hanging by a thread