Not a shadow, not a trace, I step out with my own face. Bowl of water, ash and thread, Names like sparks inside my head. Ebyn’s line - a quiet chord; I am myself, and I am moored. Street of knives, the Cage of lies- Hold your breath and fix the eyes. Weal or woe? Say it clean. Count to ten. Cut between. I read the line where futures bleed, Unmask the past, what’s meant to be. Turn the lock - throw wide the door, Razor of Time - cut me more. When the roads divide for me, I choose the path, I change the story. Play with prophecy- Prophecy plays with me. Smoke-thick room, a daemon’s grin, Two in hoods, the crowd leans thin; Coins like teeth on splintered wood, Every eye pretends they should. Paper falls - a faded scar; Mage Hand lifts it from the bar; Ink bites through the tavern gray- My magic points the way. Thread in hand, the path runs true; Name in blood - now what to do? I read the line where futures bleed, Unmask the past, what’s meant to be. Turn the lock - throw wide the door, Razor of Time -cut me more. When the roads divide for me, I choose the path, I change the story. Play with prophecy- Prophecy plays with me. City of Doors, the rings ahead- Truth is iron, rumor’s lead. Castaneus at my side, Eyes in places I can’t hide. What we learn becomes the blade- Knowledge cuts the path we make. Linked to Ebyn, still my own- Two bright lines on one same stone. Show me the past like a seam in the skin, Show me tomorrow and let me step in; If I’m his echo, the choice is still mine- Open the circle, draw me the line. (Solo) I read the line where futures bleed, Unmask the past, what’s meant to be. Turn the lock - throw wide the door, Razor of Time - cut me more. When the roads divide for me, I choose the path, I change the story. Play with prophecy- Prophecy plays with me.
