John

Tower, tower on the hill
The sun shone bright at dawn
But when the king of power fell
The grass had blood upon
John, you fell broke your head
But they'll put you together again
Moonlit sky and tower high
The weeping never dries
Bitter stains and purple haze
Confounds their shattered minds
John, you tripped, fell down the hill
Your crown is bleeding still
Tower, tower on the hill
The trumpet sounds at noon
The eyes on you are watching still
The darkness is coming soon
Molten cast into form
A shape of mankind
Resembling the lines held before
A wicked state of mind
When tower falls, the shattered walls
Crumbling to the ground
The bridges burned, the fruit has turned
Spoil as it all falls down
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The monster turned on us
Know thou the hour hand?
The clock tick tocks away
Did you know it's all a show?
A hour upon the stage
Ceremony and suicide
The lies and lives they lead
Hour hand a razor's edge
A dweller in the deep