(Verse 1) I deal in whispers, not in steel, a truth you feel but cannot see A drop of doubt in a baron's ear, a potent seed of jealousy I tend my garden of fractured trust in torchlit halls and shadowed rooms I watch the loyal turn to rust, and weave their futures on my looms The truest venom that I bring, a poison honey-sweet and deep Is the treason that a trusted king will speak aloud while in his sleep (Pre-Chorus) They move like pieces on my board, each one convinced their will is free The pious priest, the warlike lord, they dance to a melody played by me A symphony of falling grace, a grand design of dark intent I'll burn the smile from this whole place, and rule the ashes that are sent (Chorus) This is my work of art, my perfect lie A masterpiece of fear beneath a dying sky I pull the silver threads of fate and watch the puppets fall And with this sweet deceit, I'll rise above it all (Verse 2) I used the captain of the guard, his rigid honor was the key I showed him letters, forged and starred, of a plot he had no choice but to see His faith would break, his sword would rise against the monarch he adored I saw the conflict in his eyes, a righteous fury I had scored He was the dagger, clean and sharp, the final move to end the game I'd only have to play the harp and whisper someone else's name (Pre-Chorus) He moved just like I knew he would, a man of conscience, strong and true He did the thing I knew he should, but not the way I wanted to A symphony of crashing swords, a truth I never meant to be He didn't listen to my words, he listened to his memory... (Chorus) This was my work of art, my perfect lie A masterpiece of fear beneath a dying sky I pulled the silver threads of fate and watched the puppets fall But this miscalculated deceit has cost me all (Bridge) He didn't strike the king upon the throne He turned and cut my conspirators down to bone He saw the ink, he saw the hidden signs He read the truth between my twisted lines The king he swore to serve was not the man, but the ideal And the greatest threat to the kingdom was the one that wasn't real... me. (Outro) The board is flipped... the pieces scattered My web is torn... my kingdom shattered The dagger's at my throat, and now I see The only pawn that couldn't be controlled... was honesty. My perfect lie... My sweet deceit... Complete.
