Harley Hoodie – THE PUPPETEER (Lyrics & Video)

THE PUPPETEER – Harley Hoodie Lyrics

It was 12 am when he came, Satan

He spoke to me in Miami; he told me great fibs

It was 12 am when he came, Satan

He spoke to me in Miami; he told me great fibs

It was 12 am when he came, Satan

He spoke to me in Miami; he told me great fibs

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred

That I feel deep inside when I run back to my addictions that be killing me on the inside

Killing me on the inside

Wеnt from big dreams and hope to a paralyzed body in a bеdroom feeling alone

There's a puppeteer, one that comes to steal kill and destroy

Destroy

And yet for some reason, I let him do it all with joy

All with joy

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

No woah

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred that I have when I commit these things

The puppeteer is not your friend

The enemy is camped right out the tent

Just like a fool I let him in

He lies, oh yes he lies

I'm staring right into the devil's eyes

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

No woah

Well listen up I was living dumb, but I called it peace

Hands on the string said it was fine, but it wasn't true

He didn't show up red with a pitchfork grin

He spoke in my voice said your past forgiveness don't try again

Read me a script where silence meant God was gone

Where my fear was proof I never belonged

I wore chains like truth, called the weight being free

Didn't feel possessed just comfortably deceived

Every thought felt like mine that's the twist of the knife

Little did I know I was bleeding out with the blood nowhere in sight

Well his motto goes as so

If there is no light, then I don't need to fight, cry worry I'll be fine and then survive

So I let him in slow

Didn't kick down the door, just whispered stay and I asked for no more

I'm not the only one to feel this vacancy

Here's a verse from man junior tell me what you see

It was 12 am when he came, Satan

He spoke to me in Miami; he told me great fibs

Perched upon my back, pockets where my hands be

“Did God really say he loves you?” Was what he had asked

“You’ll have to do better than that,” was my response

“My God loves me so much, he sent His Son to the cross.”

So then he took my hand

And showed me all of my sin I fell to

I told him, “You do not understand

What my God’s done for me and what He’ll do to you

Oh no

Oh no

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred that I feel when I commit these things

The puppeteer is not your friend

The enemy is camped right out the tent

Just like a fool I let him in

He always lies

He always lies

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred

Nothing can describe this hatred that I feel when I commit these things

The puppeteer is not your friend

The enemy is camped right out the tent

Just like a fool we let him in

Don't let him in

Don't let him in