Turn Up The Rage

The puppeteer from hell
Pulling every single string he can reach
But some strings, they are invisible
For the devil to see

Now that I’ve seen, seen your true face
I don’t know what to believe

You are blocking everything
That I may care for
You are slowly shooting me down

I’ve closed the gates and blinded
His sight to my beating heart

Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You’ll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can’t see
Who’s making me whole

The claws of despair
Came crawling in
Tried to rip me apart

No force will come, will come through
And keep me away from you

Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You’ll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can’t see
Who’s making me whole

It felt like a thousand knives in my heart
When it ripped us apart

Now that I’ve seen, seen your true face
I don’t know what to believe

Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You’ll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can’t see
Who’s making me whole