turmoil on the brink

[gilgamesh]

master of puppets, he's pulling your strings,
twisting your mind, smashing your dreams
blinded by me - you can't see a thing

if i were a lesser man then this would have been all too easy.
but my damnable conscience is too strong. far too strong.
i could never look myself in the mirror again.
only a shell could stop himself questioning his sanity.

at least i walked away.