They cry at the sight of doubt's red eye
Even the frail clench a fist eventually
And anyway they beat it out of me
A dictator etcetera
A gravedigger etcetera
Walls crumble do people rise
With nothing but tomorrow in their eyes
Walls crumble remain in piles
Basking in tomorrow's fear
After the rain sweeps
the dust and dead wires
I have to admit I am sometimes afraid
A dictator etcetera
A gravedigger etcetera
It's times like these
It's times like these that I swear
That inspiration
is locked down in a closet
On a boat heading east
I'm having dreams
I shouldn't share