Fly Upon the Wall

The mists are always swirling
Where the castle wall is cold
The night is not for dreamers
Or for schemers, or the old
For they cannot escape from
The fog, the clinging fold
The fog, the clinging fold
The fog, the clinging fold across the wall

In fear or frustration
All the discontented crews
Gather in the glowing of the slowly-burning fuse
And there are no surprises
Finding they themselves accused
Finding they themselves accused
Finding they themselves accused before the wall

Unmatched in unimportance
All your neon towers rise
Crackling with images
And Estee Lauder lies
The paradox is heightened
For you need not advertise
You need not advertise
There is no need to advertise upon the wall

They may take up all my papers
They may look into my eyes
But they cannot pierce my makeup
Or break up my disguise
They check me with their mirrors
They mate me with their flies
They mate me with their flies
They mate me with their flies upon the wall



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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