They say that life is precious
I guess it makes sense in their head
But in my midnight thinking
I know my whole life I’ve been dead
I watch the world from a dirty window
In a spiral tower far away
Like an astronomers gaze into the skies
I study day by day
The actions of these humans of which I am not a part
Why do they do the things they do
Why did I never start?
Somewhere along the way I drifted
I guess I didn’t understand
I’ve built a tower of solitude
That casts its shadow upon the land
The silence can be deafening
When its all you ever hear
I suppose I will clean my window
So I may see my blindness clear