Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eighth Lock, artist - Gwar. Album song Beyond Hell, in the genre
Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PIT
Song language: English
Eighth Lock |
No one to see, nowhere to go |
Nothing to do, no one to know |
Eighth Lock |
Eighth Lock! |
Nothing will live, nothing will grow |
No one will care, no one will know |
Eighth Lock, you never can win |
You only get out by not going in |
They put me into the ground |
Lost without light, without taste, without sound |
Beneath the barren mound |
They put me in a place they call Eighth Lock |
(Eighth Lock!) |
But I’m getting stronger |
(Eighth Lock!) |
Not very much longer! |
No one to see, nowhere to go |
Nothing to do, no one to know |
Eighth Lock |
Eighth Lock! |
Nothing will live, nothing will grow |
No one will care, no one will know |
Eighth Lock, you never can win |
You only get out by not going in |
Who the hell am I? |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
And what did you do to my hands? |
I’m getting stronger |
They built this place with steel |
And painted it with mud |
It’s constantly on fire |
They put it out with blood |
They said it was a prison |
But became so much more |
The maze it built into itself |
They had to bar the door |
Bar the door! |
Quickly, you fools! |
Nothing to do, nowhere to go! |
The floating eyeball is to be feared |
The pupil hides a maw |
They say that children run this place |
That’s how they missed the fatal flaw |
Eighth Lock, you never can win |
You only get out by not going in |
No one to see, nowhere to go |
Nothing to do |
Eighth Lock, you never can win |
You only get out by not going in |
No one to see, nowhere to go |
Nothing to do, no one to know |
When you come to Eighth Lock |
It’s like some vile rebirth |
Where devils delve into your life |
And demons deem its worth |
The food comes through a hole |
My cellmate is a troll |
The warden, he has hooks for hands |
We all play our roles |
We all play our roles! |
Or wind up |
On a pole |
(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock |
Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock!) |
A diabolic construct |
(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock!) |
As flesh runs rife with worms |
(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock) |
Somehow flesh and metal merge |
As bloated larvae squirms |
The things within, they made with rules |
Ahh… |
They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games |