From the Tower - Liquid Graveyard

No permission to be born

Strangers without speech

Wasting life in a desert hole

Blinded by stupidity

Wasting, wasting, round and around

From the tower I can’t pity

Your head below my feet

Turning grey, withering

You’re a herd of slaves, bloody routine

Wasting, wasting, round and around

Heavy feet, restless

I see your eyes of vice

Heavy hearts, aimless

I feel your eyes of ice

Heavy feet, restless

I see your eyes of vice

Heavy hearts, aimless

I feel your eyes of ice