( Hammill )

No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past
The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass
So I only think on how it might have been
Locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.

I'm much too tired to speak
And as the waves crash on the bleak
Stones of the tower I start to freak
...and find that I am overcome...