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{B}Davriel

Never in Your Favor

Davriel, Soul Broker{2}{B}{B}·Jumpstart: Historic Horizons

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Oh, you found the door at the end of the road,
the one no map ever wanted to show.
Come in from the cold, set down your load,
no, keep all your money, that's not what I'm owed.
You want the pain gone? The memory? The name?
I can lift it like lint, I can snuff out the flame.
There's a book on the table, a pen carved from bone,
just sign where it's warm and you'll never be alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won't lie to you, friend, well, not much, not tonight,
everything mends, but nothing mends right.

[Chorus]
So sign on the line where the ink turns to smoke,
I'll carry your sorrow and leave you the joke.
Whatever you're missing, that's right where you're stuck,
the terms? Oh, the terms were never your luck.
Name me your price. I'll get to mine, later.

[Verse 2]
I read you like weather, I knew before you spoke,
the things in your shadow? I keep mine on a rope.
I send out my hungry ones, all teeth and no name,
they go where I won't, and they don't come back tame.
I could teach you the whole of it, every word, every wall,
one breath for each page till you've nothing at all.
But effort's exhausting and the tea's getting low,
so make it quick, darling, I've a nap to go.

[Chorus]
So sign on the line where the ink turns to smoke,
I'll carry your sorrow and leave you the joke.
Whatever you're missing, that's right where you're stuck,
the terms? Oh, the terms were never your luck.
Name me your price. I'll get to mine, later.

[Bridge]
There's a voice in my skull that I never could drown,
a dead world that wants me to lift up a crown.
It begs me each night, "Be a god, take the throne,"
but ruling's a chore, and I'd rather doze alone.
So don't pity the broker behind the glass,
it's the one deal I'm stuck in, the one I can't pass.

[Final Chorus]
So sign on the line where the ink turns to smoke,
I'll carry your sorrow, and you'll carry the yoke.
Whatever you wanted, you'll get what you got,
and the terms, oh the terms, they were never your lot.
Name your price...

[Outro]
...I'll get to mine. I always do.
Mind the door on your way through.

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