Neutered by dull escapism
I follow the line towards the tower
Tall and tempered
Rising out of sight
Thoughtless to contemplate
Growing nearer everyday
All the time
Shadowing the titan's wake
Trailing death
Commonplace
I'm not alright
This dramatic irony
And my spitting desire
The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on
When I dream
I am the titan
I see with his eyes
Meager men who walk in circles
Lunging at the skies
This dramatic irony
And my spitting desire
The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on
This delicious tragedy
And my insipid ire
The titan and his tower
The lift that takes him higher
The cursed line that continues on
