Standing taller reaching up above the sky
Great gray statues, weeping walls
Hiding away in this inhuman suffocation
Blocking any view, hide the stars

Cry, I won't hear you
Weep, I won't turn my eyes upon you
Curse, your spells will not reach me
Cry, I won't hear you
Weep, I won't turn my hands upon you
Curse, your spells will not reach me

Broken nails under bars in openings
Ink under skin, flesh eaten from inside
Crawl quietly in a space too friendly
Claustrofobic scream, waste you produce

Cry...

The waste we are, useless to ourselves
Product of others, we are serviams
To get it all one has to have none
Giving out a fraction, receive? Not a thing

Cry...

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