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 its 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...
