Dead Stones کے بول

Pleased by the dusk. wrapped in the silence Deferred life. praise the comfort Guards are on watch. blades in the scabbards Wait for a cause. cleared for action Dim light won’t shine through this cage Beacon is never sending signals Isolation creates cosiness Mind is fading Will’s atrophied Desolation absorbs our common sense Cell was not intended to be home But who cares about the difference If warden lies - it’s an obvious price Safe shelters should always be paid Put on this yoke Then bend our feeble knees Thirst for delights Will draw us down to the bottom And then will leave us Dead as stones