Lyric

Is there anyone sane, in those castles beneath the hill?

Anyone who cares about the real lives

I know you've got some pain, but that's nothing for those you kill

With the documents like knives

The castles are made of the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact

Is there anyone sane, in the tower on the hill?

Anyone who's looking at the future

I know you once had fame, but that's nothing for those you kill

With the regulations like torture

The tower is made of the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact

The castles are made of the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact

You're left astray, ‘cause you're not right

Go far away - someday you might

You're left astray, ‘cause you're not right

Go far away - someday you might

The street is paved with the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact

The castles are made of the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact

The tower is made of the blood of people you attacked

But you don't seem aware of the fact