They cry at the sight of doubt's red eyenEven the frail clench a fist eventuallynAnd anyway, they beat it out of menA dictator, etceteranA gravedigger, etceteranWalls crumble, do people risenWith nothing but tomorrow in their eyes?nWalls crumble, remain in pilesnBasking in tomorrow's fearnAfter the rain sweeps the dust and dead wiresnI have to admit, I am sometimes afraidnA dictator, etceteranA gravedigger, etceteranIt's times like thesenIt's times like these, that I swearnThat inspiration is locked down in a closetnOn a boat heading eastnI'm having dreams I shouldn't share