• In the night that has no darkness
    I wake upon the shadowed tower
    Windows dark escape the light
    Money harbors only fight

    Caught in the forlorn shades
    I spread my iron wings
    The circuits tease what cannot be seen
    Through these stone eyes

    Humanity nothing but a dream

    Hope is a symbol long sense lost
    In the technicolor minds
    But what is this
    Despair becomes pleasure's cost
    As times uncaring spin drives on

    Ever ticking

    Amid the broken screams
    Of voices long sense past
    The wires seek out what used to be

    Now is lost upon the times, cruel spinning never stopping
    Though you wish, the hope seems lost

    What has become of us
    Blood, the breath of life, replaced with
    Silver, what a fright

    Now I drob for my shadowed perch
    To seek out treasures past

    In the eye of what we lost
    In the breath of what we hope

    Over the city I must go