Puppeteer

You consume the minds of those unthinking,
Quicker than one moments blinking. 
One would call you a puppeteer,
But with such name comes fear.

Grab the strings you controlling freak,
let your hands control the meak.
But im the one with the knife,
Who cuts the strings and ends a life.

Im reality, a slap in the face,
I dare you to keep up with my pace.
This is where the action lies,
And where the weakest fool dies.

I dont think you can comprehend,
that noone really controls the end.