Letras:In Flames. Sounds of a Playground Fading. The Attic.

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There's someone in the attic
Building a strange machine
Never really seen him
But I think he works all day
Blinded by the world outside,
I stay inside
Hardly know my name
But it's getting better by time

I saw something in the mirror
Someone's watching me
If I hide in the attic
He will never get to me
I found some rope on the floor
I have to build a trap
So I start on my machine
I am never to be seen