Iron gates lock the heavy door.
Water floods the limestone floor.
Sooty skin and a frozen stare.
Heavy smog in the winter air.
I am the grey stone guard in the rain.
Holding the weight of a heavy chain.
Lightning strikes on the asylum wall.
Waiting for the empire to fall.
Copper bolts hold my shoulders tight.
Watching through the charcoal night.
Silver streaks hit the jagged peak.
The mortar cracks and the joints are weak.
I am the grey stone guard in the rain.
Holding the weight of a heavy chain.
Lightning strikes on the asylum wall.
Waiting for the empire to fall.
White coats pace on the sterile ward.
Cutting through with a metal sword.
I see the fear in a patient's eye.
Underneath a bruised purple sky.
I am the grey stone guard in the rain.
Holding the weight of a heavy chain.
Lightning strikes on the asylum wall.
Waiting for the empire to fall.
Moss grows thick in the deeper crease.
Never knowing a moment of peace.
Gutter pipes spill a salty stream.
Ripping through a dead metal beam.
Gritty wind bites into my face.
Locked forever in this hollow place.
No one speaks to the rock and the lime.
Just the ticking of a rusted chime.
Black birds perch on my granite head.
Counting all of the things they have said.
Acid droplets burn through the skin.
Letting all of the winter air in.
I am the grey stone guard in the rain.
Holding the weight of a heavy chain.
Lightning strikes on the asylum wall.
Waiting for the empire to fall.
Grey stone, hard rain.
Grey stone, hard rain.
Watch it fall.
