Within these walls their lies abide Dreams are denied Our will remains unheard We are all meant to be the same Imitators of the archetype Unaware of better life Blackened is the way out Blackened is the way out Drawn into endless night Drawn into the open pyre of light Into the open sea Drawn unwillingly A broken line of notion Overshadowing the days A one-way avail In the emptiness of sense We are drawn into the fraud Within the power grids We are all meant to be Imitators of the archetype Imitating time and again Within these walls their lies abide Dreams are denied Blackened is the way out Blackened is the way out Blackened is the way