Inside~Outside Puppeteer (Red §hoelace)

When the one Whö's pulling 
All of your puppet strings 
From there oh~so far & out 
Of your sight to §üM~where 
A11 clocks~R always set to 
3:00AM at night, and whose 
Electricity switches won't 
Work on them objects meant 
2 create Light nor devices 
Capable of simulating what 
They might find when found 
Out & about puppet strings 
Thought to be from outside 
Of my reality's §pace-Time 
Is backward Logic §pinning 
Me around with the Truth's 
§ound to awaken dead heads 
Buried in beds underground 
Like Knowledge beneath our 
Bedrock so full of §trange 
Mystery & History from Whö 
Knew these strings can not 
B found any Time nor place 
Outside of one's face, for 
These strings aren't Alien 
From far Öuter~§pace ~ nor 
Meant to force dancing for 
'stead they are pulling at 
Me from some space thought 
To be erased, found inside 
These §weet Blue Ring Eyes 
Now like my Inside~Outside 
Puppeteer И my desguise so 
Tries not to tear my brain 
Apart from my heart rather 
Suspension strings and the 
Only things holding me A11 
Together like Red §hoelace 
Tied before my race starts