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DawnRose-The Mage

Lyrics Intro Ink on the page… Words in the flame… You built the monster— Remember the name. Verse 1 I was quiet in the corner with a pen and a page, Writing thoughts in the dark like a mage in a cage. Every scar that you carved left a mark in the ink, Every lie that you spoke made the shadows all think. You were laughing at the kid with the book in his hand, Now the runes in my lines make the whole room stand. Every verse like a hex when the rhythm begins, Now the magic in my words got the storm in my skin. I was writing through the anger, Writing through the pain, Now the ink in my veins Got the power of a flame. Hook Ink in my veins, feel the spell in the sound, Every word that I drop make the silence break down. You were breaking the boy while you watched from the crowd— Now the mage in the mirror Won’t be backing down. Ink in my veins, hear the chant in the dark, Every line that I write leave a permanent mark. You were shaping the storm every time that you lied— Now the spell’s in my voice And the fire’s inside. Verse 2 Pages turning like portals when the rhythm appears, All the doubt that you planted grew a forest of fears. But the forest turned fire when the words hit the night, Now the ink in my hand got a blade made of light. Every bar like a sigil, every rhyme like a curse, Every time that I speak make the silence disperse. You were building the villain every step that you lied, Now the mage in the mirror got a storm in his eyes. I remember every whisper, Every time you betrayed, Now the ink in the book Got a debt to be paid. Hook Ink in my veins, feel the spell in the sound, Every word that I drop make the silence break down. You were breaking the boy while you watched from the crowd— Now the mage in the mirror Won’t be backing down. Ink in my veins, hear the chant in the dark, Every line that I write leave a permanent mark. You were shaping the storm every time that you lied— Now the spell’s in my voice And the fire’s inside. Outro You thought the ink was just words. But every word… was a spell. And every spell has a cost.