Who are you fooling?
Building these walls around
Peering out from within
Fake towers of false hopes
Crumbling down down down
Alone in your high tower
How does it feel?
Let down your hair
And find something real
You're a prisoner of ego
A victim of vanity
The good it'll do you
Alone with your sanity
How cold is the night?
How weary your legs, sir?
Hopping bed to bed
With nothing but strangers
Nothing to show
But positive procedures
Insatiable an appetite
Inscrutable desires
How cold is the night?
Tell me
Tell me
Aren't you tired?
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