(Guitar solo)
[Verse 1: Dratchface]
The grim dark has worsened the weather
The rain has weathered the wood
The unstable figure has stumbled
Upon where the tower once stood
The tall and the smooth of the structure
Reminiscent of alien design
The violent and bleak existence
Of a military mind
Destitute and hopeless
A tall fence gates the land
A drunken bum hears crashing
As the bottles leave his hand
Streaky are the pouring clouds
Across the morbid plane
A maudlin tune chimes through the dark
A stark chill froze my veins
Do you think she actually broke my brain?