They cry at the sight of doubt's red eye

Even the frail clench a fist eventually

And anyway, they beat it out of me

A dictator, etcetera

A gravedigger, etcetera

Walls crumble, do people rise

With nothing but tomorrow in their eyes?

Walls crumble, remain in piles

Basking in tomorrow's fear

After the rain sweeps the dust and dead wires

I have to admit, I am sometimes afraid

A dictator, etcetera

A gravedigger, etcetera

It's times like these

It's times like these, that I swear

That inspiration is locked down in a closet

On a boat heading east

I'm having dreams I shouldn't share