[Verse 1]
He walks where staircases bend into the sky,
Mirrors reflect faces that aren’t his own.
Colors of the purest ink, the air hums with whispers,
And shadows shift beneath his careful steps.
[Chorus 1]
He reaches for memories not his to hold,
Hands closing on smoke that slips away.
Dreams twist beneath his fingertips,
And the night watches what he takes.
[Verse 2]
Time stretches like molten glass,
Rooms fold over rooms, impossible and hollow.
Eyes blink from corners that weren’t there before,
And the echoes of forgotten thoughts trail him.
[Chorus 2: (darker undertone)]
He reaches for memories that bite back,
Smoke curls around him, cold as bone.
Dreams resist beneath his fingertips,
And shadows whisper in voices not his own.
[Verse 3]
The line between hunter and prey begins to blur,
Sometimes the dreams reach back with cold fingers.
A face, familiar yet strange, whispers a warning,
And he feels the pull of the world behind the veil.
[Chorus 3: (even darker, almost threatening)]
He reaches for memories that claw and scream,
Smoke wraps around his wrists, refusing release.
Dreams writhe beneath his fingertips,
And the night leans closer, hungry and unseen.
[Bridge: (slower, haunting, reflective)]
He stands in the center of a collapsing sky,
Watching fragments of himself scatter like stars.
Whispers swirl around him, some soft, some cruel,
And he wonders if the thief will ever wake.
[Guitar Solo: (dark, climbing, chaotic, 12–16s, builds tension from bridge to Chorus 4)]
[Chorus 4 / Outro] (ominous, fading)]
He reaches for memories not his to hold,
Hands closing on smoke that slips away.
Dreams twist and bite beneath his fingertips,
And the night swallows all that he has taken.
The world folds quietly back, leaving only echoes,
And shadows remember the thief who walked their halls.
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