Marionette (Alastor's Song)

Описание: lyrics
Verse 1

She walks through fire like feathers in air,
Saving the sinners too broken to care.
She lifts up monsters that fall through the cracks,
Carries the world on her halo-lit back.

But darling, dreams are a delicate thread,
Pull them too hard and they tangle instead.
She sees redemption in shadows and scars—
I see the truth hiding under the stars.
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Pre-Chorus 1

Light can shimmer— but shadows grow,
Hearts beat gentle— till I say so.
She builds futures— I bend fate,
Her open heaven needs my gate.


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⭐ Chorus

Marionette hearts—
Fall apart, restart, then spark.
Hope needs dark the way flames need air,
I’m the hand that’s always there.
Marionette hearts—
Strings that sing when I pull sharp.
She wants peace; I want the art—
Both are born from breaking hearts.
Marionette, marionette—
Every saint needs silhouette.

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Verse 2

She dreams of mercy in violent rooms,
Painting salvation on crimson plumes.
She thinks the wicked can rise again—
But even angels can fracture when
Pressure whispers from deep within…
And I’m the whisper beneath her skin.

Her kindness shines like a fragile crown,
But crowns slip easy when worlds fall down.


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Pre-Chorus 2

She brings sunrise— I bring hush,
She wants patience— I want rush.
She wants healing— I want reign,
Both require a little pain.


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⭐ Chorus

Marionette hearts—
Break in time, then fall in line.
Hope is sweet— but forged in grime,
Every kingdom needs a spine.
Marionette hearts—
Spin that fate, rotate, create.
She saves souls— I curate hate,
Balance lives in what we break.
Marionette, marionette—
Pull the thread, you can’t forget.


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Bridge

I never lie— just tilt the truth,
A sharpened grin, a shining tooth.
If heaven opens wide for her,
Then hell must have a puppeteer.


Pull the line…
Cross the sign…
Every light needs something mine…


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Breakdown

Pull it high— let ’em sway.
Hearts obey when villains play.
Pull it low— watch ’em shake.
Mercy gives, but power takes.
Pull again— feel it climb.
Broken rhythms turn to rhyme.
Pull again— hear the spark…
Even angels need the dark.


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⭐ Final Chorus

Marionette hearts—
Rise and crash in perfect art.
She brings hope— I bring the part
That makes the dying dream restart.
Marionette hearts—
Call it chaos, call it grace—
She builds heaven, I embrace
All the cracks she can’t replace.
Marionette, marionette—
Every saint casts silhouette.


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