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Lyrics: And still you keep on seeding hate Dosis sola facit venenum You control the one you create Your senses have become so numb Antipathy to the whole human race You just tighten up the strings It's your own footsteps you retrace You are just waiting in the wings The puppeteer, the puppeteer Keeps playing on his strings They come to him, from far and near He's the puppeteer, puppeteer The puppeteer, the puppeteer Keeps playing on his strings