Neutered by dull escapism, I follow the line towards the tower
Tall and tempered, rising out of sight

Thoughtless to contemplate, growing nearer everyday, all the time
Shadowing the titan's wake, trailing death--commonplace

I'm not alright
This dramatic irony and my spitting desire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on

When I dream, I am the titan, I see with his eyes
Meager men who walk in circles lunging at the skies
This dramatic irony and my spitting desire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on

This delicious tragedy and my insipid ire

The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on