The Tower - Wallace Vanborn

There’s a seed in the city’s tower

Growing strong, spreading around

There’s a weed in the city’s tower

Stretching further by the hour

If we seal it now

We’re gonna hold it ever long

If we tear it out

They’ll be explaining all about

If you’ve got your eyes on that prize let them slide (aha)

If you’ve got your eyes on that prize let them slide (aha)

Take me to your doctor

I’m your man

Take me to your doctor

I’m your man

I’m your man

There’s a leech in the city’s veins

With a crackling thirst, expanding his game

There’s a flaw in our map’s design

Blinding our sights, keeping us high

If we tear it out

They’ll be explaining all about

If you’ve got your eyes on that prize let them slide (aha)

Take me to your doctor

I’m your man

Take me to your doctor

I’m your man

I’m your man