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 can never win   You only get out   By not going in   They put me down into the ground   Lost 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 can never win   You only get out   By not going in      Who the hell am i?   Yeah, yeah, yeah...   And what did you do to my hangs?   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      Eigth lock      You never can win   You only get out   By not going in   No one to see   Nowhere to go   Nothing to do      Eigth 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 re-birth   Where devils delve into your life   And demons deem it's 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      A diabolic construct   As flesh runs rife with worms   Somehow flesh and metal merge   As bloated larvae squirms   The things within they made with rules   They steal the soulds of those   They think are fit to play...      Their hateful games