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Bumblefoot

In the hallway down the staircase
Slowly opening the creaking door
Someone comes along and smiles
And for a moment all is quite the norm
Avoiding all the crowd below the sound of conversations spin
And patiently I wait in every corner for someone to come in

Dry'd in dust on darkened floors
A gasp resists with every buried breath
Watching shadows through the cracks
Of light that shape and sway with every step
So carefully and quietly and with an undetected hand
In comes a breeze it sweeps
The room and follows with a distant slam

Donned in bath kerchief the
Chambermaids unlock and let the daylight in
She spoke of trees, and creeping things
And nestled foundlings in the starlight crib
With an unsaving clench a bribe
Under the cloak is unconcealed
And all her secrets now belong
Forever to whom she revealed

We build on wretched ruins thinly
Veiled below our skin & bones
Cowards, sing each other's rhyme
And add a verse of all your wicked moans
It starts off as a whisper and grows
Into the deepest battle cry
Pressing ears and spying eyes
Await the beast we're nurturing inside

Questions fly and so do I, the hole
Fills with our harshest stones unturned
'Neath the cardhouse all my kings
Are buried and the queen won't say a word
We plant the tales, they feed on us 'til
Accusations earn their wings
Sold out for sharpened tongues
And spit into the air these creeping things

Composição: Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal





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