“Stand in a breeze and I was completely hollow
Built you a cage with golden bars in time of sorrow
Pretending anger
For what was and what is yet to come
And I treat you the way I treat a goddess
Your crown you won’t wear becoming useless
Try to remember things I’ve long forgotten
Finding me a way to you
The golden cage is opened up widely
You break your neck and you’ll die”
~The Blind Walk Over The Edge~
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