You are the voice stuck in my head
I was alone, You held my palms
You broke them, clawed them 'till they bled
All while You sang Satanic psalms
You are my liege, my crushing dread
And I'm Your lonely, shameful serf
I prayed each night before bed*
For my own death and for rebirth

|:You're the puppeteer in my head
You're nobody's worry
You pull strings like I'm already dead
'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

A mausoleum in Moskva
Still shone by Soviet svetophors
In deepest dark dreams of toska
With melancholic metaphors
My head fills with Your chilling laugh
When witches dance the Horovod
Their pagan pleasures, strange and saph
No longer drown me, Voievode

|:You're the puppeteer in my head
You're nobody's worry
You pull strings like I'm already dead
'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

|:I dig my grave my shame will bury
My grave:|

Between us there's no division
Your prison is my prize
Yet I can't fulfill Your vision
So I'll stab Your staring eyes
Is this freedom, is this death
I groan as my fingers rot**
On my neck, I feel Your breath
Ever damned, just as You've wrought

|:You're the puppeteer in my head
You're nobody's worry
You pull strings like I'm already dead
'Till I dig my grave my shame will bury:|

|:My grave:|

*Originally "Rodnover shrines, there I just pled"

**Originally "I groan 'neath the kolovrat"

A side note is that I wrote these lyrics as a way of creatively venting my struggles with my gender identity.