When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right above ... [+]
Imprisoned behind walls of stone
Naked before the curtain
Spirits no more known
He could never be less certain
Alone in a room to atone
Prosecuted by a mechanical voice from the past
Cackles the drum of the electronic string
Who knows how long he will last
Shivering, as metal pipes sing
It will come, but how fast?
The captive is drowned
And torched from above
Faded goes the sound
There will be no love
For he will rest away from the ground
Naked before the curtain
Spirits no more known
He could never be less certain
Alone in a room to atone
Prosecuted by a mechanical voice from the past
Cackles the drum of the electronic string
Who knows how long he will last
Shivering, as metal pipes sing
It will come, but how fast?
The captive is drowned
And torched from above
Faded goes the sound
There will be no love
For he will rest away from the ground