Time bends… ice conceals… Truth sleeps where the shadow steals… There’s a hall beneath the rings… And the story rewrites everything… He was a cog in a world of noise Risk and measure, other people’s joys Forgotten fast, just another name But down here… down here the rules change He sees the cracks where the system frays He lights the spark where the silence lays They want respect, they want to be seen And he’s the one who shows them what they mean Keep your head down, stay out of sight But the truth has a way of coming to light… Ozzy leads where the cold winds bite Deeper down, away from the fight Seal pressed to ice — steam takes flight An archway wakes to the ancient night “Time walks for them… but not for you…” Brass on the wrist — hourglass hue Step through the veil, let the world stand still Read what the centuries have written on the hill Naked scribes where the records sleep Where the secrets run wide and deep… THE ENGINE BENEATH — THE FIRE THAT WAITS THE SOULS DON’T JUST BURN — THEY REGENERATE! BUILD IT UP, LAYER BY LAYER THE SWEETEST CENTRE — NO ONE’S GOING THERE! HELL WAS NEVER MEANT TO HOLD THEM ALL IT WAS JUST A STAGE CREATED FROM THE FALL AND THE DOOR’S BEEN LOCKED FOR FAR TOO LONG BUT THE KEY’S BEEN FOUND — AND THE CHANGE HAS COME! He reads the lines, he traces the plan What they were never meant to understand Each soul that passes leaves a charge behind Elemental light of a different kind Burn it away, feed the great machine Remake the world, fresh and clean A stepping stone… a passing phase To something beyond the darkest haze The council sat heavy, they sat in control But they never read the final scroll… “Beetle…” he says, and the air goes still A memory climbs over the hill An old game played in a different life Infiltrate the heart, cut through the strife From the inside out — that was the rule The message sent, the plan made cool A friend long gone… a seed long sown And the path was laid before he even known… Then there he stands — tweed, watch, and sand He is the master with time in his hand “Did you ask me yet? Or is it now done? Or have me not yet met and things just begun?” The threads are tangled, the timelines drawn If it happened already, it can’t be undone The paradox weaves and it binds every one “It’s not some theory, some abstract game If it’s in the stream, it’s already claimed!” He grins and he sighs and he shakes his head “They say I’m made by man… look at me instead…” THE ENGINE BENEATH — THE FIRE THAT WAITS THE SOULS DON’T JUST BURN — THEY REGENERATE! HE CAME FOR THE TRUTH AND HE FOUND THE KEY BUT THE DOOR WAS OPENED HISTORICALLY! NOT BY FATE, NOT BY SOME GRAND DESIGN BUT BY A FRIEND’S OLD GAME AND A SECRET SIGN! WHAT YOU THINK YOU STARTED WAS ALWAYS THERE YOU JUST WOKE UP WHAT WAS ALREADY IN THE AIR! So Bob steps out on a path he didn’t build The past is done the future to be fulfilled The favour was granted… the curtain’s drawn back… And the player was playing before he knew how to act… The centre’s sweet… And it’s waiting for you… A fade to cosmic silence
