Magnetic —
Shifting poles Like a candle to a book Burn all of my doubt, To be Magnetic That’s all it took Turned inside out, To see
Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.
Shifting poles Like a candle to a book Burn all of my doubt, To be Magnetic That’s all it took Turned inside out, To see