One silver streak, and darkness is cut When lines populate the earth A clew of chaos, of brand-new souls but Soaked in pleasures and dirt
As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate And leads life lines to it's spools Where they are beginning to have their downfall created
I am making my own magic tools The start of the bigger web, the tapestry of life A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools
Catching a glimpse of a made up world It ignites a spark in a heart gone cold Breaking the thin line wire of an off worldly stare That was spun, weaved and unravelled, every soul dealt fair
As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate And all lifelines have left the spools Then it is spinning, to have new life created
With my own set of magic tools I am making another web, a tapestry of death A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools
Seeing the result, the bigger whole, The spark dies again, the heart turns cold Unravelling the world of dreams, revealing the reality it stole I cut the line When the wheel of life love and hope, came to a hold