See how it was made of soft, malleable stone
Wonder at its uneven make, every stone laid wrong
Every groove and crumbling corner sets a wayward tone
Function over form, ugliness to make it strong, strong, strong
Echoing out of its depths, an endless, wailing moan
Singular and piercing, none can stand to listen for long
Doomed to sound its perfect emptiness alone
Its haunting melody, wicked guile in the shape of song
There is no hope of escape, should you be snared, not a one
Should you fall in, you will be met with naught but scorn
It will devour you whole, that dark abyss, wholly unknown
And it’ll be my fault, as it has been, since the day I was born