SLEIGHT OF SOUL ⟡ The Magician Reversed.

[Intro – The Card Turns] As above So below Smoke in my hands Ash in my throat As above So below The roses bloom Where the venom grows [Verse 1 – Open Gate] I walked through the gate With a smile made of glass A borrowed little charm And a curse from the past They saw a spark They saw control I saw a boy With nowhere left to go I raised both hands Like a saint in the dark But every soft word Left a venomous mark [Pre-Chorus – False Control] I can make the dark look golden I can make the wound look clean I can call it 'power'. When it only poisons me I can smile like I was chosen I can stand like I am whole But the card is upside down And it knows what I stole [Chorus – Sleight Of Soul] Sleight of soul Sleight of soul I made magic out of damage Then I called it 'control'. Sleight of soul Sleight of soul All talk No altar All smoke No soul I had the cup I had the blade I had the coin I had the flame But I used them all To hide the hole A crooked little miracle A slight of soul [Verse 2 – The Altar] The cup held grief The coin held weight The sword held thoughts I could not sedate The wand held fire Too close to keep I had every tool But I could not believe I wore my doubt Like a lover’s name I called it 'truth'. When it tasted like shame [Bridge – As Above So Below] As above So below But the bridge Would not hold Mind over matter Spark to stone I kept my magic Behind my bones As within So without I built a world From fear and doubt Thought by thought Thorn by thorn I made a crown And called it home [Breakdown – Reality Check] Out of my depth Out of my mind Out of my hands Out of time All smoke No soul No more smoke No more gold No more sleight Of soul [Final Chorus – Card Almost Turns] Sleight of soul Sleight of soul I was never out of magic I was only out of hope Sleight of soul Sleight of soul I was not an empty altar I was fire with no home I had the cup I had the blade I had the coin I had the flame Now I name the wound Now I break the role No more crooked miracle No sleight of soul I am not ready for the crown But I am ready for the truth [Outro – Trick Is Dead] As above So below The trick is dead But I am not done