eighth lock
o one to see
owhere to go
othing to do
o one to know
eighth lock
eighth lock
othing will live
othing will grow
o one will care
o one will know
eighth lock
you can never win
you only get out
by not going in
they put me down into the ground
lost without taste, without sound
beneath the barren mound
they put me in a place they call eighth lock
eighth lock
but i'm getting stronger
eighth lock
ot very much longer
o one to see
owhere to go
othing to do
o one to know
eighth lock
eighth lock
othing will live
othing will grow
o one will care
o one will know
eighth lock
you can never win
you only get out
by not going in
who the hell am i?
yeah, yeah, yeah...
and what did you do to my hands?
i'm getting stronger...
they built this place with steel
and painted it with mud
it's constantly on fire
they put it out with blood
they said it was a prison
but became so much more
the maze it built into itself
they had to bar the door
bar the door!
quickly you fools!
othing to do
owhere to go
the floating eyeball is to be feared
the pupil hides a maw
they say that children run this place
that's how they missed the fatal flaw
eighth lock
you never can win
you only get out
by not going in
o one to see
owhere to go
othing to do
eighth lock
you never can win
you only get out
by not going in
o one to see
owhere to go
othing to do
o one to know
when you come to eighth lock
it's like some vile re-birth
where devils delve into your life
and demons deem it's worth
the food comes through a hole
my cellmate is a troll
the warden he has hooks for hands
we all play our roles
we all play our roles
or wind up on a pole
eighth lock
a diabolic construct
as flesh runs rife with worms
somehow flesh and metal merge
as bloated larvae squirms
the things within they made with rules
they steal the souls of those
they think are fit to play...
their hateful games