Ink may ease a feverish chill
Rip shadows from reality
While the pines sing overhead
All a hideous mistake

Caravans of faceless phantoms drift across the world
Words and wonders seized
And sold without a flag unfurled

The stories, the Rickshaw and I
Dream away to horizon's end
Kaleidoscopes wedged in the sand
As one realm, one people, one lie

Through the leaks within my head
The darkness sips the horror flows
While the rain-fed torrents whisper
All a hideous mistake

Caravans lie bare and plundered as the vultures fly
Where an empty heart lies buried all will fall and die

The stories, the Rickshaw and I
Dream away to horizon's end
Kaleidoscopes wedged in the sand
As one realm, one people, one lie

All these twisted vines shall drown
In tears flown from the cheek of time

The stories, the Rickshaw and I
Dream away to horizon's end
Kaleidoscopes wedged in the sand
As one realm, one people, one lie
Yet is the worth of a tale
Always hidden
Beyond the lines?