BORROWED SKIN2

Lyrics

(The Dungeon Master offers an understanding, rueful nod, letting the modern references slip away like smoke as he recalibrates the balance between fantasy and human emotion.) Dungeon Master / Narrator: You're exhausted. You've been staring at those same notes for hours, trying to find a mistake that isn't there. Just close the book, my friend. Let the weight go. I'm back, aren't I? Everything is exactly as it should be” [Verse 1] > [A slow, dry frame-drum ticks like a steady heartbeat in a quiet room] > He’s sitting right there, stirring ice in his glass, > Smiling it off while the awkwardness passes. > “Just lost in the pines, just got caught in the rain,” > Acting like nothing could cause him a pain. > And Arthur relaxes, and hands him a drink, > Too tired to notice the ship’s about to sink. > While you’re checking your notes and comparing the dates, > Knowing damn well he was locked out of the gates! > [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > There’s something behind those eyes... quote the blind. > [Verse 2] > [The beat strips back to a hollow snap and a hum] > Selene looks up with a flat, careful stare, > Knowing how wrong it is breathing his air. > She’s resting her hand right where safety is kept— > “He didn't shiver the whole time he slept.” > You stare at your notes and you cross out a line, > Desperately hoping that everything’s fine. > [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > There’s something behind those eyes... quote the blind. [Spoken Interlude] > [The music drops out completely. Just the faint sound of rain tapping on dark timber glass] “Funny. I don't feel the cold anymore. Do you? - You look like you're carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. Let me help.” > [instrumental] [hook] > [A low, winding bass guitar melody creeps in, steady and hypnotic] > Oh, look at the thread, look at the hem! > You’re trying to reason away all of them! > The story is smooth, but the timing is dead, > Just noise playing tricks in the back of your head. > You’re keeping the score while the floorboards unwind— > is there nothing behind his eyes!... quote the blind!