[Verse] In the alleys where the shadows glide, A figure slips through the night’s tide, Eyes that gleam like a predator's prize, He’s a whisper, a spark, in disguise. [Verse 2] Through the whispers of the cobblestone, He moves with grace, a king, alone, Dreams and schemes twine like smoke, He’s the jest of fate’s cruel joke. [Chorus] In the depths of the Licorice Wastes, Where ambition mingles with bitter taste, He dances on strings pulled by desire, A puppet turned master in the mire. [Verse 3] Silent deals in the dark unspool, Risk and reward play the fool, Lips that tell riddles, eyes that see all, He’s both the rise and the fall. [Bridge] She met him under a crescent moon, Where danger sang a lilting tune, A kiss as cold as a winter morn, In his arms, her senses torn. [Chorus] In the depths of the Licorice Wastes, Where ambition mingles with bitter taste, He dances on strings pulled by desire, A puppet turned master in the mire.
