From the recording Dissolution
Puppeteer is a tense, physical piece built around control, rupture, and unstable movement. Driven by a fast mechanical pulse and fractured percussion, the track leans into atonal textures, dissonant guitar accents, and abrupt shifts, creating a cold, uneasy atmosphere.
Lyrically, it focuses on the body under pressure - gestures forced, breath dictated, movement repeating beyond intention. The voice mirrors this tension, hovering between control and collapse.
At its core, Puppeteer captures the moment when control breaks down, leaving movement that continues as distorted, unsteady, but no longer directed.
Lyrics
You move my hands without a sound
Invisible wires pulled tight and round
I felt the weight but not the force
A quiet hand that set the course
I walked in lines I never drew
Each step aligned, precise, untrue
But something slipped inside the scheme
A fracture in the routine dream
Pull me higher, pull me through
Cut the strings I never knew
If I fall, I fall awake
Every move a choice I make
Your shadows dance behind my eyes
A coded truth, a thin disguise
You shaped the rhythm of my breath
A gentle march that echoed death
But now the tempo starts to bend
The rigid lines begin to end
I feel the signal breaking through
A pulse that wasn’t made by you
Pull me higher, pull me through
Cut the strings I never knew
If I fall, I fall awake
Every move a choice I make
The stage dissolves, the lights go white
I see the frame, I see the height
Above the script you tried to keep
There’s something waking under sleep
My limbs respond without your lead
A different will, a different speed
The silence cracks, the tension lifts
Control unravels into shifts
You held the line, you drew the frame
Assigned a voice, assigned a name
But I was more than what you planned
A slipping thread inside your hand
Pull me higher, pull me through
Cut the strings I never knew
If I fall, I fall awake
Every move a choice I make
No more strings to pull me tight
No hidden force behind the line
The weight is gone, it slips away
I move within my own design
I step alone but still in time
A different hand rewrites the line
No guiding shape, no forced direction
Only motion - self-defined