| When I was dead asleep | |
| behind | |
| towering walls | |
| They built a world outside | |
| and I | |
| missed the wake-up call | |
| My stony breath crawled | |
| to glory heavens be | |
| there was a sea of sound | |
| But old silence that stole my sleep | |
| When I was dead asleep | |
| behind | |
| Towering walls | |
| They built a world outside | |
| and I | |
| missed the wake-up call | |
| When I get cripple legs | |
| Through long winding streets | |
| Fill me with suffering | |
| And the people | |
| Would see right through me |