It's a maze of brush and shrubbery
The perfect mesh catastrophe
A run of flames and fire within
The pillow that is laced with sin
We try to let ourselves run free
But here we stand, and here we'll be
We try to find an opening
But all has boxed us in, and
The only way out,
Is up.
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