Welcome to these lines, my puppets with no knivesnI am your creator, I've got a master plannI write a best-seller with eine billion charactersnThe story seems too big boys, Daddy's tired and he's got to gonThey kneel down when I say, I thrill them when I wantnAnd if one tries to go outside...nnO baby don't you cry, Baby, I never dienO baby don't you cry for the King-Ink's gonna drynnMy name's so famous upon the surface of the EarthnBut my book, you've never read for the reasons you play withinnIn another world, I'm the servant of another master plannIn my dreams, I'm the King, my will is within my inknnBaby, come back to menFor the whole wide world can disappear with one wordnnWelcome to these lines, my puppets I've got a knife !nCut-down your silver strings says the friend of human beingsnYou know my name, don't you ? So unofficial is the Truth...nDo-be-careful-with-the-Book...nnWelcome to the doom, with no king and no stringsnNow that you're starved and cold, you know what liberty isnRemember he wrote a best-seller with a billion charactersnAnd if you try to go outside...