• I’ve sentenced you to darkness
    A whole world to reinvent
    I’ve played my cards against the odds
    And saddened many plays

    My self-conscience reaps the benefits
    Hallows I have sewn
    To slay the inner odds by which I’ve built into my throne

    To please my inner maker
    A cultivated rafter rotted and shut

    Tormented is the soul of many live that come and pass
    A plated martyr rusted tight and plenty a relapse

    To watch the mindless faults of men wrenched in happiness
    I’ve got to get away – away from my own thought

    To please my inner maker
    A cultivated rafter rotted and shut

    I’ve got to find my way out from this abyss

    To please my inner maker
    A cultivated rafter rotted and shut
    Places to build my fortress