This Cold Night
The Titan and His Tower
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