Fortress of Flesh
Oh, feel the freedom closing in.
See how flexing muscles only binds you more.
Each step on the pavement, one less in the garden.
All the effort and the time spent, and you wonder what for.
No one in the mirror, just bricks and mortar
There’s a life in the dungeon, but Death guards the door.
The king’s in the chamber, the ghost’s on the rack.
Some clown’s going round like a damsel in distress.
The cries of the prisoner whisper on the wind.
Your eyes are the windows of the fortress of flesh.
Far away, the signal sounds.
Deaf, the banquet’s laughter drowns the screams below.
Heart beats, heart breaks, heart waits in the darkness.
Guards slumber in the moonlight and a voice calls your name.
There’s a light in the distance - the Ancient Conquerer.
Down the veins and the corridors there’s a message of flame:
Break out, break in, let the seige begin.
Your words are the sound of invisible armies enmeshed.
Raise the banner and beat the drums
and release the prisoner in the fortress of flesh.
