No Strings (feat. MikesHardest, Pey, dropspindle, FiN & ask the storyteller)

Rain from the sky washes the blood off the road Hope and death of a puppet's dream And angels cry as they're forced to let go Of the marionette with no strings No strings on me Bodies line the street, watch your feet Standing amongst the carnage is a man that's never known defeat Can't be beat, yes he wears a donkey mask, but Looks can be deceiving, he is anything but ass When I put a pen to paper it's like I'm holding square, I keep it sharp Your body's a perfect canvas for this fable art Ripped apart by the real boy, who feels real joy Playing with puppets like he's a puppy, they get destroyed Wait What the fuck you mean he just walked past a boss? Man's going in circles, yeah he might be lost, but Compared to time progressing, his time backtracking's miniature Chat the type of backseaters to call a maze linear, but When he sees the boss door watch the boy become a soldier Notice that the nose don't grow when he says it's over Not Don Quixote, he'll leave a boss embarrassed When he breaks their sword in half it's "donkey hoy te mueres" Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio Find the light, that the dark brings Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio So search the night for those who cut strings Yeah... You know... You know I've got no strings on me either They burned away like when you heat ether I'm Krat's new street sweeper, puppets call me the bleak reaper A kill streak keeper, like Jack the ripper meets Jack Reacher Ask a preacher what he thinks of that creature He'll sip his flask then say oh that's the donkey leader Ass kicking ass, as shown V. Romeo in theater On his first and last clash his slash is a teacher That if you get too close, you're a new ghost fast for the crypt keeper Big A flipped the scripts feature quietly Now he opens boss doors knowin' "heh, this bitch'll die to me" He'll bleed out their heart in less than three But if they tell the truth this donkey let's them be No truce when he shoots though, just watch those liars flee Silently, this time he'll be, undeniably The believer's messiah, my G, if not a prodigy Chat's wondering if that's god they see, I guess it's gotta be So do not hurry, the wins take shape like pottery Believers win the lottery! Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio Find the light, that the dark brings Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio So search the night for those who cut strings Uh... They said that too many scars would make a stronger puppet So my calluses bleed as I play the strings The guitar rings, the crowd sings Drown the cries of Geppetto he said you were my son he said you were my dream And I left you out to bleed he left me out with fiends And he let you me at night to find those who cut strings The reaper blade sows the sins that my ergo's seen That blade imbued with fire hot enough to forge rings Fire sales and I inhale entering the lion's den To lie is human, so if I die may I lie in hell Umbrella beacon for misguided souls like a nightingale Bless em don't blink brother your life a grimm fairytale Yeah... and (Fate is fickle, see this through to the end) You could try to fight fate but you can't write more than the past (When your strings are cut there's no more playing pretend) And you can't right the wrongs, that were left up in the past (Electric shock and disruption) So the only choice is erasure, words lifted up off the paper (A siren's song, don't let them pull you in) Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio (Fate is fickle, see this through to the end) (When your strings are cut there's no more playing pretend) Find the light, that the dark brings (Electric shock and disruption) (A siren's song, don't let them pull you in) Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio (Fate is a fickle thing) So search the night for those who cut strings Fate is a fickle thing Fate is a fickle thing