Hands Of The Puppeteers Lyrics - Misanthrope

I'm the automaton of life 

The one which sleeps in each of us 

Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you 

The one which sleeps in each of us 

Who's talking, who's feeding, who is loving for you 

I'm your universal guardian angel 

An image of serviceable civilized man 

Is reached when you put the final touch 

To my mechanical minute detail embellishments 

I'm you as automaton apostolic image 

Lead by your hands of puppeteers 

Yourself directed external 

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions 

I can do what you ever desire 

I'm you as automaton apostolic image 

Lead by your hands of puppeteers 

Yourself directed external 

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions 

I can do what you ever desire 

But what will you become 

Oh my master, my guide 

An eternal disguise being 

Lost among the humans 

Holding on my ties 

In the beginning you were coming in sight 

For the royal moments of ejaculation 

But soon all this will end in perdition 

Every single thing annoying you 

Even the most macabre scenery 

Lie in hidding, I became yourself 

You loose all your madness 

As marble with acknowledge depth 

I totaly identify myself to you 

But now you are nothing any longer, not even yourself 

But what will you become 

Oh my master, my guide 

An eternal disguise being 

Lost among the humans 

Holding on my ties 

In the beginning you were coming in sight 

For the royal moments of ejaculation 

But soon all this will end in perdition 

I'm you as automaton apostolic image 

Lead by your hands of Puppeteers 

Yourself directed external 

From outer controlling all my deeds and motions 

I can do what you ever desire