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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