| In the hallway down the staircase slowly opening the creaking door
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| Someone comes along and smiles and for a moment all is quite the norm
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| Avoiding all the crowd below the sound of conversations spin
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| And patiently I wait in every corner for someone to come in
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| Dry’d in dust on darkened floors, a gasp resists with every buried breath
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| Watching shadows through the cracks of light that shape and sway with every step
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| So carefully and quietly and with an undetected hand
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| In comes a breeze it sweeps the room and follows with a distant slam
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| Donned in bath kerchief the chambermaids unlock and let the daylight in
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| She spoke of trees, and creeping things and nestled foundlings in the Starlight
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| crib
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| With an unsaving clench a bribe under the cloak is unconcealed
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| And all her secrets now belong forever to whom she revealed
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| We build on wretched ruins thinly veiled below our skin & bones
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| Cowards, sing each other’s rhyme and add a verse of all your wicked moans
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| It starts off as a whisper and grows into the deepest battle cry
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| Pressing ears and spying eyes await the beast we’re nurturing inside
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| Questions fly and so do I, the hole fills with our harshest stones unturned
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| 'Neath the cardhouse all my kings are buried and the queen won’t say a word
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| We plant the tales, they feed on us 'til accusations earn their wings
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| Sold out for sharpened tongues and spit into the air these creeping thing |