Cry to the white walls heavy and dead
You linger there between night and day,
A prison now made upon this bed.
Come thrashing harsh, forward raged in red.
Wild men know not their bound, so they
Cry to the white walls heavy and dead.
Quite and subdued, weighed down as lead
Appearance deceives, slowly to fray
A prison now made upon this bed
Voices echo one repeating thread
I hear you. I won't! leave now I pray!
Cry to the white walls heavy and dead
One body two souls suggest to wed
Morphing among, caught between as prey
A prison now made upon this bed
There, through the halls, chime cries of the bled
This soiled earth has driven astray
Cry to the white walls heavy and dead
A prison now made upon this bed.