The Trap
Before every birth there is a dirt road
a necessary alley way back home
when you've been thrust through the sacred curtain
and have set up before the microphone
This is the hook that's going to grab you
The music's just a prelude
to the pantomime in store
Another note... and we'll hafta hafta have a little something more
Moments last yet Life never moved so fast
while we're trying to synchronize some facts
waiting to corroborate our own doubts
from unholy moments, by all accounts
This is the hook that's going to grab us
The cover's just a prelude
to totaling out the score
Another note... and they'll hafta hafta have a little something more
Once the globe goes black and lightning claps
to share secret words scripted shadows cast
and the hidden escape route in the floor
for a safe return once all's been trespassed
This is the hook that's going to grab me
The terror's just a prelude
to opening up the door
Another note... and you'll hafta hafta have a little something more
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