In my subterranean tower- yes, it was "love" that has brought me here, there are no numbers, but one and eleven, and an uncertain feeling about the presence of three
Built brick by brick and fear by fear- Oh, everything's inverted here These walls have eyes, these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the tears
While I am dressed in the monster's skin,"behold the cruellest mockery!": erection, fur(s) and a cloak of shame my beauty is too disgusting- please, don't look at me
Built brick by brick and fear by fear- Oh, everything's inverted here These walls have eyes, these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the tears
Like Cronos I rigidly serve an illusion- I attempted to unman Uranus last night; swallowing handfuls of my prophetic children, in terror I'm fearing the passing of time
Built brick by brick and fear by fear- Oh, everything's inverted here These walls have eyes, these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the tears
And in the silence that followed I learned to speak the secret language of denial and fear; seemingly gentle for it's absence of voices, yet, it's merely a shroud for a deafening scream
Built brick by brick and fear by fear- Oh, everything's inverted here These walls have eyes, these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the tears