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The Puppet and the Pendulum - Jordan Green

A raw original song about the suffocating reality of a mental health relapse and the battle with OCD. 🎭⛓️ "The Puppet and the Pendulum" explores the moment the "perfect order" becomes a prison and fear returns to pull the strings. Lyrics - (Verse 1) I hit the year of thirty-five, a sudden chill, a subtle sign, I thought I’d finally built my life, on solid ground, a peace of mind. But the air grew thick, the light felt wrong, the shadows stretched across my floor, And that voice I thought was truly gone, started knocking at my door. It started small, a misplaced key, a cabinet knob not quite straight, Then the count-to-ten before I eat, the fear that sealed my empty fate. I’m tracing lines in every dust, reviewing every word I’ve said, The perfect order that I crave, is the prison in my head. (Pre-Chorus) I see him standing in the hall, he wears the face of my old friend, He calls himself The Fear, and boasts, "This time, Green, there is no end." My breath is shallow, my hands are numb, my vision’s blurred, the world’s askew, I shake my head, I try to pray, but the words just scatter, lost to you. (Chorus) Oh, the strings are back, the strings are tight, they pull my elbows and my chin, I’m just a puppet on this stage, where the madness always wins. I lost the color, lost the sound, lost the will to even try, Where did the joy and faith both go? Just an empty echo in the sky. The Puppet and the Pendulum, swinging to the rhythm of despair, I am losing hope, I am losing me, caught in a cage of fractured air. (Verse 2) Intrusive thoughts, a lightning strike, they flash and burn behind my eyes, What if I wreck the car right now? What if that stranger hears my lies? They're not my own, I scream inside, they're seeds of poison you have sown, The Fear, But the boundary’s gone, the wall is thin, and the line between us disappears. I clutch the cross my father gave, but the silver feels like lead, The questions bloom like toxic weeds, the doubts that burrow in my head. If there’s a hand that guides the stars, a shepherd for the lost and frail, Then why this torture in the dark? Why does my lifeline always fail? (Pre-Chorus) I see him standing in the hall, he wears the face of my old friend, He calls himself The Fear, and boasts, "This time, Green, there is no end." My breath is shallow, my hands are numb, my vision’s blurred, the world’s askew, I shake my head, I try to pray, but the words just scatter, lost to you. (Chorus) Oh, the strings are back, the strings are tight, they pull my elbows and my chin, I’m just a puppet on this stage, where the madness always wins. I lost the color, lost the sound, lost the will to even try, Where did the joy and faith both go? Just an empty echo in the sky. The Puppet and the Pendulum, swinging to the rhythm of despair, I am losing hope, I am losing me, caught in a cage of fractured air. (Verse 3) The spiritual hole is vast and deep, a vacuum where my soul should be, Is this the test? The consequence? Or is this all there is to me? I used to think that effort paid, that climbing back meant solid ground, But relapse is a tide that sweeps the towers down without a sound. The Fear just laughs, a rasping sound, "You think you're strong? You think you choose? You only move when I decide, you've got no voice, nothing to lose." The perfectionist needs order, control, but control is just a lie, I’m watching me dissolve and fade, beneath a harsh, indifferent sky. (Pre-Chorus) I see him standing in the hall, he wears the face of my old friend, He calls himself The Fear, and boasts, "This time, Green, there is no end." My breath is shallow, my hands are numb, my vision’s blurred, the world’s askew, I shake my head, I try to pray, but the words just scatter, lost to you. (Chorus) Oh, the strings are back, the strings are tight, they pull my elbows and my chin, I’m just a puppet on this stage, where the madness always wins. I lost the color, lost the sound, lost the will to even try, Where did the joy and faith both go? Just an empty echo in the sky. The Puppet and the Pendulum, swinging to the rhythm of despair, I am losing hope, I am losing me, caught in a cage of fractured air.