When in my own self, been caught by my own noose. What does it take? Who bought? For my bonds loosed.
Here is the day, yet it is darkened by clouds. Appearing as night. Here I stay. Never loud,Whispering for the light.
Unfounded tales told by fools. Around it failed sold in spools.Unlike the thread from times before. No one but the dead lay in store.
Spin spider the net been cast. Lost like the web. Caught in the past.
What flowers fall from the rooms window sill. Mans power calls like a tomb's shadow fill. And cracks no longer to display, relevance Our backs,our songs to dismay. Sell our chance. And in freedom's breath we find life and death.
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