Lyric

I wanted to be a magician

Make every doubt collapse

Turn fragile days to laughing tricks

With wonders up my sleeve at last

A childhood dream, a paper crown

A spark I couldn’t mask—

They named it fallen angel syndrome

Clipped my halo, cracked the glass

The sickness chewed through calendar nights

Pushed every future far

Locked in white rooms, counting breaths

Like shuffled, faceless cards

No exit sign, no open door

Just loneliness on repeat—

So I crossed the line between despair

And learned where hope begins to bleed

Like an ambitious card from the bottom of the deck

I rise again, I rise again—

No matter how they bury me in silence and regret

I rise again, I rise again—

Bent and scarred, still marked as mine

I won’t abandon who I am

From the bottom of the deck

I’m dealing out my dream by hand

Hope doesn’t start before the fall

It starts the moment after—

Like a sucker trick that makes you lose

So winning hits you harder

Eyes follow left, the truth goes right

A feint, a step, a turn—

The crowd believes the game is done

Right when the tables learn

I shuffle fate with shaking hands

No order left to trust

If destiny’s just paper thin

I’ll bend it if I must

What looks like loss is misdirection

Pain’s just part of the art—

The magic isn’t what you see

It’s where you choose to start

Like an ambitious card from the bottom of the deck

I rise again, I rise again—

No matter how they stack the odds

And call it just “your end.”

I rise again, I rise again—

Even crushed, even undone

I won’t fold this losing hand

From the bottom of the deck

I’m shuffling tomorrow’s chance

Despair’s the cue, the lights go down

The silence holds its breath—

That’s when the trick begins to move

That’s when I cheat on death

No prophecy, no perfect plan

Just timing, nerve, and scars—

A lie you tell reality

Until it’s yours

Like an ambitious card from the bottom of the deck

I rise again, I rise again—

Not saved, not cured, but still alive

And that alone’s my win

Bent and scarred, still marked as mine

I won’t abandon who I am

From the bottom of the deck

I’m dealing out my dream by hand