She's always been a shifer A faceless creature lurking behind the scenes A thousand guises to pain over the Grey canvas of colors adorning
In the web she's spun, she's no spider Only a dancer on the strings she's strung Oh many know her where the forest dwells Though no one sees her
A flick of a hand brings new features She speaks through many throats and tounges There's many hands that claim to match But only one fingerprint remains
Who's to really know the looker? Not the characters she plays nor those who think they're closer A secert not worth knowing but always kept A deviation that's all she is