[Intro]
You might think that you're free
But you're closer to the edge of d**h than me
[Verse 1: Sintax]
The tangible snap of an animal trap
Violently convulsing in a panic attack
Black rabbit of Inle habit the tat
Tearing at the gra** found flat on the back
No sound cuz the neck furs matted in fact
Tattered and black froth lathering at
The corner of his mouth blood splattering grasp
For breath asking Frith for d**h to relax
Twisted copper wire pulled taut to the ground
Round peg stoutly malleted all the way down
Metal is cruel and cold not a sound
Is seeping from the animal as others draw round
Confounded by the trap of man they just stand
While their brother returns to the land
[Hook]
You can't bite the wire through you got to dig it out
[Bridge]
The house you built is an illusive home
A bed of blood and a roof of bones
The comfort of your life is a foolish throne
The house you built is an illusive home
(hraka)
[Verse 2: manCHILD]
Witch Hare harmed ahead of time
Set aside to tightrope the wire got a steady shine
Watch with a ready eye aim on a crosshare
My warren getting Zorn systematically somewhere
Stranger in the field than the hutch where they lay down
Somebody setting snares in domesticated playgrounds
Happily half hop-stepping and finish facedown
Eventually my people getting easily phased out
My General is real talk waiting in the copse
Believe I'm right beside him cause us, we know battle
Don't wanna settle in for any reasonable loss
The whole thing is beautiful and sick like oak apples
Caught in the brambles of decision it seems
Like I'm two inches to the ground and I'm living in dreams
And if I sacrifice the good for what I want for myself
Then the enemy is wearing our pelts like all's well
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: sintax]
This country's like rabbits on the edge of a farm
Burroughed in over the hedge under the red of the barn
The farmer's k**ed all our preternatural harm
Tactically eliminate our sense of alarm
We've grown beautiful and strong in his arms
Developed high speech and a casual charm
Everything we eat is delivered no need
To forage in the field and the garden to feed
We roam the wood and hills without fear
Cause no predatorial elil lives here
We think we're wise more clever than magpies
But around every corner's a pair of sad eyes
Never ask where or why we just lie
And swear we love the wire even when our own dies
See theres a catch to the deal crow and the beanfield
Farmer takes care but in return he steals
Some of our children we pretend we don't care
Lord Frith sent strange singers to make aware
Hated them and made our own stories to share
No heroes or chief rabbits of legend to compare
Just a shining wire and a roof of bones
Who wants to hear of brave deeds when their ashamed of their own