Eight Lock Lyrics - Beyond Hell - Gwar

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 

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They put me down 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 

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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 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 

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 rebirth 

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 souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games