Get out of my head evil thoughts! I choose to cut my strings so you cannot control me like a Puppet Master.
You bring me to a place full of darkness and misery. You weigh me down like a drug.
Your wicked ways will be no more in my life. Your controlling hands will be destroyed.
I demand victory over the hell you drug me through. My strings turn into scars to remind me of the pain but also to remind me I am now free!
As I regain my strength I will not back down. If you come at me then prepare to be cast back to the dungeon of demons you come from.
I am alive and stronger than ever. Run away before I revoke my mercy you evil Puppet Master!