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Sullen guilt and probing power

Nailed the raven to the tower

Candle calling out the hour

Stirring dust to dust devour

Where's the pressure going now

The motherland

Head buried deep down in the sand

While barricades are there to break

The failing light

That covers all we want to be

So strong outside

And I believe

Corridors of distant shadows

Take me where the mind is narrow

Where a thought can be alone

Step inside what I call home

Stay at leisure on my throne