The Lyrical Hold, a Million Dollars Story, Danced By a Marionette

The Lyrical Hold, A Million Dollars Story, Danced by a Marionette the manipulating privilege of possession is all yours i do not prevent my undue bending knee but, place it where it is forced enclose in its captivity are swan like performances dancing as a Marionette flowing in a air of blood stained counted measurements with graceful silent nightmares of custom influences raw shaking wings can not take to heavenly Flight but are now cursed and weaken by Celebrity like demonic god, admirers hovering over a lifeless non-moving string puppet pull me this way, and i lift my arm wiggle me this way and i will, scream out no alarm dress me as, cute as a clown hand on back, neck held straight and i will certainly dance it your way lyric to lyric, cheek to cheek held in a million dollar captivity for not one single soul to see