Dark[n] Side - Shadows And Trapdoors (Final)

[Intro (Spoken Word)] "The Shadow... an unconscious repository for our weaknesses, repressed ideas, and instinctual drives. It is the disowned self, the cellar of the psyche. Everything a person refuses to acknowledge about themselves." [Verse 1] In my sandbox kingdom built of fragile bone My tiny hands would rearrange the throne A whisper bloomed like nightshade in my head Long before the consequence was said [Chorus] Clawing up the walls of this dark pit I'm in Where the echo of my other self begins Each handful of dirt is a truth I disown Crawling toward a sun I've never known [Verse 2] The mirrors I held up for them to see Showed a warped reflection that was really me So they turned and fled from the house of glass Leaving a winter king with no one to pass [Chorus] Clawing up the walls of this dark pit I'm in Where the echo of my other self begins Each handful of dirt is a truth I disown Crawling toward a sun I've never known [Outro (Whispered)] Zen... a silent bell in a quiet hall. To watch the river flow. To simply be. And that is all.