The Prisoner - Spiral Skies

In a world of unknown pleasures, of agony and pain

Desires that I’ve never known have come to be my strain

Stuck in ceaseless hunger for blood and anguished cries

In a scent of woe tangled up, entranced and mesmerized

Maliciously, I gallivant throughout the fog of tears

Seeking out and suppress the chanting and the cheers

Dystopic in my nature, blithe about ill repute

Spiteful eyes prowl the alleys, searching for dispute

Apostle of disobedience, violence, and war

Downfall and destruction, nothing pleases me more

Is there a fire in my head or is the world standing in flames?

Through eyes of blue, I see red, and I’m looking for someone to blame

In this cage of torment they call society

I’ve been beaten and deprived of my humanity

Down the banks of labour, I sacrificed my dreams

Bound, but not eternally, working their machines

At night I dream of fire, riot, and mutiny

Release the armageddon, chaos, set me free

Is there a fire in my head or is the world standing in flames?

Through eyes of blue, I see red, and I’m looking for someone to blame

Death is the solution, our lives the only fee

Prisoners of hatred, never to be free

Eternal slavery, eternal slavery, eternal slavery