Neutered by dull escapism I follow the line towards the tower Tall and tempered Rising out of sight Thoughtless to contemplate Growing nearer everyday All the time Shadowing the titan's wake Trailing death Commonplace I'm not alright This dramatic irony And my spitting desire The titan and his tower The lift that takes him higher The cursed line that continues on When I dream I am the titan I see with his eyes Meager men who walk in circles Lunging at the skies This dramatic irony And my spitting desire The titan and his tower The lift that takes him higher The cursed line that continues on This delicious tragedy And my insipid ire The titan and his tower The lift that takes him higher The cursed line that continues on