Trapped Against Songtext
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Swing the wax cradle
in the burning tree
lay flat in rusted cage
pale moon of a half face
waking
yellowed up by fear
He is the thing he hates
Every swing releases
in the burning tree
lay flat in rusted cage
pale moon of a half face
waking
yellowed up by fear
He is the thing he hates
Every swing releases
the scent of blackened spice
fast sweep of hiding
feeding up the sky
Crystal splinter
and hiss against the sun
fast sweep of hiding
feeding up the sky
Crystal splinter
and hiss against the sun
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