All my servants
All my empty halls
All my servants are dead
All these rivers
All these buzzing saws
All these rivers are red
One hand cuts the other in a perfect way
And the symmetry of it
All eyes on the movement of the figurehead
No one noticed the wall
All my spies
All my broken codes
All my spies have turned
All this city
All this fevered smoke
All this city will burn
Oh my god, this is the wall