Down the spiral staircase into darkness beyond an endless web of hopelessness, a forlorn and lonely song The vultures silent eyeing, for the first meal of the day The mad ones tortured eyes from insanity never stray In the dark recesses of the pit, walls are damp and cold Prisoner stares deranged with fears both new and old Brain has but one use now, to torment the captives mind Body void of use now, it is like a vision to the blind
The soul if freed could flee the pit, and walk above the pain And once again delight in warm sun and cooling rain Reality away now, smile glances on sad lips whilst glimpsing at the world before returning to the pitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
