A thousand and one thoughts in line marching well out of time
If I followed my lay lines to this place, I’d need to wash my resonance
I can be sincere, I can be demure but sadly I have a perfect flaw
There are somethings that I can deny and somethings that I can’t choose not to

We build our houses with foundations on the walls
We build them so big so we don’t so small at all
A fortress so grand that whispers echo throughout the halls
No ones gonna take a pick axe to you now
So very tall
The weepings on the wall

If all of my demons came to me now, possession is nine tenths of the law
But I feel so wronged and I’ve been right since I left my third eye blind all night
And there’s something that I can’t deny, somethings that I cannot hold dear
But there are things that I cannot let go, the quicksands sinking far too slow

We build our houses with foundations on the walls
We build them so big so we don’t so small at all
A fortress so grand that whispers echo throughout the halls
No ones gonna take a pick axe to you now
So very tall
The weepings on the wall

And I know it must be madness as I taste the poisoned malice
And I hold the silver chalice, its the last of my respite
I know its overflowing now our fortress has a moat in
And nobody feels like boating for some dust upon the wind
We’re so very tall
The weepings on the wall

A thousand and one thoughts in my head
A place where angels fear to tread
Within these walls hereby I’m caged
With nothing but a rubber spoon