| 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 its 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 |