"Puppets Heaven" The seeds have been scattered And the waiting begins. To see the world through the Red tint of rage. Her hair in the meadows, Her skin in the sky... Have you looked at the stars? They always blink out Into green. The puppets world always filled with the fake. It stands smiling, blind to its soulless state, It will never know, Its puppeteer will never allow "those" strings To be pulled. It only allows it's own voice To be heard. It forces it's hell through the Beautiful screams of the within To become the puppets heaven...