Ghost Killer Entertainment | FXRLY - Puppeteer (Official Lyric Video) @GhostKillerEntertainment | Uploaded February 2024 | Updated October 2024, 16 hours ago.
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(BAND INFORMATION 🎶)
►Artist: FXRLY
►Song: Puppeteer
►Genre: Pop Punk
►For Fans Of: My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Neck Deep
►Social Media:
Facebook: facebook.com/fxrly
Instagram: instagram.com/fxrlyofficial
►Stream Links:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/0TVJwuIZjzVTS1bSD7WoNS?si=68d34ab16d0e436e
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/puppeteer-single/1721809387
►Credits:
Video by: Jordan Anthony Scott
Produced & Mixed by: FXRLY
Mastered by: Joel Wanasek
►Tags:
#ghostkillerentertainment #fxrly #theotherside #poppunk #mychemicalromance #greenday #neckdeep
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Lyrics:
I'm a goner
But I don't really want help
From your savior
I need somebody else
Cause I'm broken
Like a window of desperation
And the shattered glass
Among my hesitation
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Woah Oh
I'm a fanatic
The panic of an entourage
We're the victims
Of a genocide upon
Well the day glow
Stains my broken bed
Like the bang of a drum
Or a blast amongst my head
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings
Don't you try
To mess with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene
Hit the road
We're lost
And broken from the pain
The cost
Of all this misery
Listen
I don't really wanna die
But these days
There's no hope to survive
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings
Don't you try
To fuck with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene
Hit the road
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Ghost Killer Entertainment:
► Website: ghostkillerentertainment.com
► Facebook: facebook.com/GhostKillerEntertainment
► YouTube: youtube.com/user/GKEOfficial
► Twitter: twitter.com/GKEOfficial
► Instagram: instagram.com/ghostkillerentertainment
___________________________________
(BAND INFORMATION 🎶)
►Artist: FXRLY
►Song: Puppeteer
►Genre: Pop Punk
►For Fans Of: My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Neck Deep
►Social Media:
Facebook: facebook.com/fxrly
Instagram: instagram.com/fxrlyofficial
►Stream Links:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/0TVJwuIZjzVTS1bSD7WoNS?si=68d34ab16d0e436e
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/puppeteer-single/1721809387
►Credits:
Video by: Jordan Anthony Scott
Produced & Mixed by: FXRLY
Mastered by: Joel Wanasek
►Tags:
#ghostkillerentertainment #fxrly #theotherside #poppunk #mychemicalromance #greenday #neckdeep
___________________________________
Lyrics:
I'm a goner
But I don't really want help
From your savior
I need somebody else
Cause I'm broken
Like a window of desperation
And the shattered glass
Among my hesitation
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Woah Oh
I'm a fanatic
The panic of an entourage
We're the victims
Of a genocide upon
Well the day glow
Stains my broken bed
Like the bang of a drum
Or a blast amongst my head
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings
Don't you try
To mess with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene
Hit the road
We're lost
And broken from the pain
The cost
Of all this misery
Listen
I don't really wanna die
But these days
There's no hope to survive
Well I've got a fever
I don't need grace
Looking for a bombshell
To bring me pain
Hymns from a choir
And death to all the lost boys
Don't you try
To be so keen
You're the puppeteer
But I've cut off my strings
Don't you try
To fuck with me
I've got eyes behind my head
My thoughts obscene
Hit the road
