Gothen-Pirate with a twist of punk
Welcome to the World Without Logic
Story behind the song
About the tormented American lives so many of us lead...
Lyrics
As I walk up and down these broken halls
I can see a messy past
As the men and women and children saw it
First hand years ago.
The walls, the doors, the peeling paint
Papers blowing on the floor
And the crushing glass underneath my feet
The Windows are a toothless grin
And this place where I am
Holds such a painful past
And this place that I am in
I can hear the voices calling for justice
These barren walls, they tell the truth
A picture story of malevolence and a disregard for life
These barren walls, listen and you'll hear
These barren walls, look closely and you'll see
There are footsteps coming from upstairs
And voices can be heard
There's an eerie sense I'm not alone
The temperature drops a few degrees
I feel so sorry
For all those who died here long ago
The shadows dance all by themselves
As I turn and walk away
And this place where I am
Holds such a painful past
And this place that I am in
I can hear the voices calling for justice
