5. Between the lines (ft. K-TEE)

Between the lines this world exists, Where reality merges with night! Every ghost's an unknown myth, Every demon becomes my light! In dim streetlights' glow he creates his art, Bringing pages to life with a madman's pen. Every line speaks reality torn apart, Filling doorways with evil again and again. His rhymes wander through the old courtyard's space, Where swings creak to midnight verse's embrace. And at dawn when the building falls silent and still, His shadows turn real, bending time to their will. Between the lines this world exists, Where reality merges with night! Every ghost's an unknown myth, Every demon becomes my light! Every demon becomes my light! ... Every demon becomes my light! ... On crumpled pages they come to life, Those who meet him in empty lanes deep. The shop girl smiles, cuts through like a knife - A character from yesterday's sketches so steep. In mazes of concrete blocks and dark trees, His mad ideas' heroes roam with the breeze. Now he can't tell what's real from what's dream, In this tale where he's author, or so it would seem. Between the lines this world exists, Where reality merges with night! Every ghost's an unknown myth, Every demon becomes my light! Every demon becomes my light! ... Every demon becomes my light! ...