Psychotic Waltz Spiral Tower
there a world who's smiling face was spinning in circles out in space on the day that the architects have caused their plague of stone turn the ancient land to street spiral tower high defeats us bursting out, standing tall in lands we call our own burst the dams with tidal waves of twisting walls, each brick in place into the dizzy heights the chase but swaying in the wind tearing, clawing, burning down mountains hammered to the ground building cities, building towns not an inch of land unturned still stand the eyes of all gazing to the skies breathless and still none the wise of what they've really done looking back to see the past they win the race yet finish last you suffer from the spell they've cast spiral tower standing high smashing all it passes by earth lies bleeding starts to cry no one cared to know money, greed sees falling trees all dropping to their sickly knees found no cure for this disease nowhere left to go iron bars and bricks of stone have left the earth picked to the bone racing higher to the stars the architects arise shattering the sky to stand a thousand miles high as the shaking spiral tower starts to fall to their surprise burning are the eyes wider just to see the skies out of breath, none the wise of what they've really done a million light years from the past we're stepping forward, moving back there it falls to die to be born again
