As He Trapped Himself In These Empty Walls,
Maybe Someday They Will Fall.
And If Not, He Prays They Will,
'Cause He Has No More Blood To Spill.
But If Not, It's What They Say
It's The Price You Pay.
So He Waits With Anticipation.
Throw Away Your Occupation.
To Thee, It's Meant To Be That Way,
Waiting Silent For The Next Day,
Wondering Which Way He Must Turn,
In Order Not, To Get Burned.
In The Ground They Pay The Best; For All To Rest.
So He Asks Himself...
Thou Not Need No Other's Help?