[INTRO: Pey the musician]

Rain from the sky washes the blood off the road

Hope and death of a puppet’s dream

And angels cry as they’re forced to let go

Of the marionette with no strings

[VERSE 1: MikesHardest]

No strings on me

Bodies line the street, watch your feet

Standing amongst the carnage is a man that’s never known defeat

Can’t be beat, yes he wears a donkey mask, but

Looks can be deceiving, he is anything but ass

When I put a pen to paper it’s like I’m holding square, I keep it sharp

Your body’s a perfеct canvas for this fable art

Ripped apart by the rеal boy, who feels real joy

Playing with puppets like he’s a puppy, they get destroyed

Wait

What the fuck you mean he just walked past a boss?

Man’s going in circles, yeah he might be lost, but

Compared to time progressing, his time backtracking’s miniature

Chat the type of backseaters to call a maze linear, but

When he sees the boss door watch the boy become a soldier

Notice that the nose don’t grow when he says it’s over

Not Don Quixote, he’ll leave a boss embarrassed

When he breaks their sword in half it’s “donkey hoy te mueres”

[Chorus: Dropspindle & pey the musician]

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

Find the light, that the dark brings

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

So search the night for those who cut strings

[VERSE 2: FiN]

Yeah… You know…

You know I've got no strings on me either

They burned away like when you heat ether

I'm Krat's new street sweeper, puppets call me the bleak reaper

A kill streak keeper, like Jack the ripper meets Jack Reacher

Ask a preacher what he thinks of that creature

He'll sip his flask then say oh that's the donkey leader

Ass kicking ass, as shown V. Romeo in theater

On his first and last clash his slash is a teacher

That if you get too close, you're a new ghost fast for the crypt keeper

Big A flipped the scripts feature quietly

Now he opens boss doors knowin’ "heh, this bitch'll die to me"

He’ll bleed out their heart in less than three

But if they tell the truth this donkey let's them be

No truce when he shoots though, just watch those liars flee

Silently, this time he'll be, undeniably

The believer’s messiah, my G, if not a prodigy

Chat’s wondering if that's god they see, I guess it's gotta be

So do not hurry, the wins take shape like pottery

Believers win the lottery!

[Chorus: Dropspindle & pey the musician]

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

Find the light, that the dark brings

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

So search the night for those who cut strings

[VERSE 3: Ask the storyteller]

Uh…

They said that too many scars would make a stronger puppet

So my calluses bleed as I play the strings

The guitar rings, the crowd sings

Drown the cries of Geppetto he said you were my son he said you were my dream

And I left you out to bleed he left me out with fiends

And he let you me at night to find those who cut strings

The reaper blade sows the sins that my ergo's seen

That blade imbued with fire hot enough to forge rings

Fire sales and I inhale entering the lion’s den

To lie is human, so if I die may I lie in hell

Umbrella beacon for misguided souls like a nightingale

Bless em don't blink brother your life a grimm fairytale

[BRIDGE: dropspindle]

Yeah… and

(Fate is fickle, see this through to the end)

You could try to fight fate but you can't write more than the past

(When your strings are cut there’s no more playing pretend)

And you can't right the wrongs, that were left up in the past

(Electric shock and disruption)

So the only choice is erasure, words lifted up off the paper

(A siren’s song, don’t let them pull you in)

[OUTRO: Dropspindle & pey the musician]

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

(Fate is fickle, see this through to the end)

(When your strings are cut there’s no more playing pretend)

Find the light, that the dark brings

(Electric shock and disruption)

(A siren’s song, don’t let them pull you in)

Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio

(Fate is a fickle thing)

So search the night for those who cut strings

Fate is a fickle thing

Fate is a fickle thing