The road it winds snakelike
The wish to shed the spying headlights
The plot needs a solid twist now
I say that you burn
And you burn
The cause-and-effect rule
Is it the relentless code of fiction
That made her steer off the clear track?
Blurred out of view and faded
It never stops haunting
Youre here
And the next thing I know
Youre gone,
Just as I wrote it.
These words
They have bodies and faces
They live.
Fact or print you are bound with me,
Now and then youre entwined in me
Be it fate or plot you are tied with me,
Here and there youre confined in me
It never stops haunting
Youre here
And the next thing I know
Youre gone,
Just as I wrote it
These words
They have bodies and faces
They die
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
