The Cave from Labyrinth by Seven Mouldy Figs

Out in the cold
There's no treason
From the swift hand of the sweet man
Misty night, get down and cry

Don't go alone
Into these caves before the
golden shore and wait for more

Shadows do lie
Hide true faces
Of kinglike snake statues
Come inside, leave you behind

Paradox is
To give up on stellar skies for
Crumbs on the floor, slave forevermore

Open, open your eyes
Look up, up to the skies
You hold up the key
Of how it would be

Tear down these stone walls
And search for the cause
That led up to fear
Willful victim out of you
My dear

Don't hang your head
Blame your every past breath
Shred you moving ahead
To break the circle of the living dead
Do what you will
Just ask yourself
Is this from your core, your ground
Or passed upon you, the hungry crowd

Free you shall be

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