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Cracks lining the inside

Just like

Hoary, porous bone

I wander on my own

Alone

On ice so very thin

As reason’s lowered in

Within

Lowered in to drown

Again, I let myself down

Again, the sighs and frowns

To feed the maw of oppression

To sow the seed of division

(Inhale) Inhale

(Exhale) Exhale

Into the tower I go

Into the tower

Into the tower I go

A slave, to cower

I am among the

Sick, sick, sick, sick

And reason I do betray

All light will fade away

Someday

When blades cut to the pith

Slashing thoughts of joy with

The same old fucking scythe

My own antagonist

By darkness all obscured

Into its rooms I’m lured

Where bliss I do abjure

Into the tower I go

Into the tower

Into the tower I go

A slave, to cower