The Tower Words and Music by Paul Gaines/Steven M Biederman © 2012 V1 In a tower of self-deception lives a man of low esteem Through the windows of his soul is where his guilt and shame are seen For the transient population that he’d forced to play their part But they all left the building when they found it had no heart V2 The neighbors all came knocking and demanding recompense Turning in their gardening tools and their walking sticks This cross was not their burden and their work here had been done Deception wears a poker face but conceals a pocket gun Chorus There are halls inside the tower where he hasn’t been for years But he knows it's time to go there so he’s loading up his gear Time to do the real work, no more clever metaphors Those twisted crutches searching for the keys to all these doors V3 In a state of mortal panic it’s the end that’s what he thinks He empties all the glasses searching for his favorite drink The clock just keeps on ticking and he sees there’s no escape Left alone to work it out, a cold and unfamiliar place It’s the little things that matter in this thought he feels secure He searches though the cluttered mess for what he’s still not sure He’s jumping to conclusions but he don't what to do Just one once of fiction clouds a pound of bitter truth Chorus There are halls inside the tower where he hasn’t been for years But he knows it's time to go there so he’s loading up his gear Time to do the real work, no more clever metaphors Those twisted crutches searching for the keys to all these doors V5 The fruit of all his choices left him fully unequipped The choir's out there singing like the cracking of a whip A voice speaks out and tells him look inside yourself for peace He feels the truth inside these words and drops down to his knees V6 He cries out bring your master now I’m ready to confess Instead appears the general saying you have passed the test Sit down at this table boy and tell us who you are Tell us how you got here and about your battle scars In a tower of self-deception, once lived...a man of low esteem