Autobiography of a Puppeteer [xXtha Original] [Ft. Kevin | Synth V]

The long awaited sequel no one knew would ever be made! This is a harmless autobiography of a puppeteer :) Apple Music ‣ https://music.apple.com/us/artist/xtha/1516018380 Spotify ‣ https://open.spotify.com/artist/7CINZTW4RTKs0n2fAvIoqq?si=b9b6wLjBTHOMa30RypIzRA Amazon ‣ https://music.amazon.com/artists/B089DYMGJ5 Tumblr ‣ https://xxtha-blog.tumblr.com Deviantart ‣ https://www.deviantart.com/xxtha Comic: https://www.deviantart.com/xxtha/art/FellswapX-Cover-856300834 ------------------------------------------------------ ‣ Join my Patreon for Wallpapers, Mp3s of Music, and Early Access to Content!: https://www.patreon.com/xXtha ‣ Join my discord server to stay updated on new projects! https://discord.gg/qRCC58e ------------------------------------------------------ Music Policy: ⦿ YOU CAN: use my music for monetized animations, speedpaints, or other transformative videos. You can make covers or remixes or my original songs. However, credit MUST be given and you MUST link back to my channel. You do not need my permission, but I appreciate being tagged so I can view the video! ⦿ Please DO NOT: Reupload any of my videos, use direct samples of my music, extend my music, use my music for content not specified above such as video games, post my music to different sites, or assign my themes to different characters without my explicit permission. I will file a copyright complaint if you violate this and your channel may receive a strike. ------------------------------------------------------ Credits Characters and Song by xXtha ------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: Supple provocation Written like a code to the mind's eye Are you sure you're not afraid to die? That's all right Even the immortals cry Beguiled by my smile Take a breath Your mind is crumbling Beautiful st-stuttering and stumbling Hang your head Your life means nothing Why not let someone make it something grand? I heard whispers of a story And who better to lead a dance across page after page? I spun entropy in quiet A hushed endeavour, counting days of blossoming waiting Have you ever felt the brush of hands on your shoulder? That's a fate they said you should be scared about But when life exhumes from the hands of the author A mind's a perfect vessel to unfurl inside out I'm indescribable I'm unrestrained They say I'm ruthless but Who else plays my sick game (you) Perhaps maniacal I'll take the blame But when the curtain falls All puppeteers are the same That's just the role we play All puppeteers are the same What a shame All puppeteers are the same Blood flows through the garden Dripping off the leaves, painted crimson Bones and thorns buried in the sand All to plan That’s a minor casualty Unburdened by my hands What a joke to be so hopeless Consciousness dying from necrosis Hang yourself amongst the roses Tears will fall as the theater closes Have you ever felt the rush of golden regalement Esoteric mimetic mortality? Play your pretty role as you smile to the sky and Spare me the languish as you spew hypocrisy. I'm indescribable I'm unrestrained They say I'm ruthless but Who else plays my sick game (you) Perhaps maniacal I'll take the blame In the narrative All characters are fake. I'm indescribable I'm unrestrained They say I'm ruthless but Who else plays my sick game (you) Perhaps maniacal I'll take the blame But when the curtain falls. All puppeteers are the same. That's just the role I play Living my life in a game What a pain that All puppeteers are the same.