Hammer Song and the Tower of Pain
More, more, stronger. A song echoes in the Tower of Pain.Who is shivering, clutching at the top of it?
Wanting but unable to throw away, small pains have piled up.I have been tucking them. The first box filled with them.
Now it doesn't hurt especially. But I hope someone would see me.I have so many of them. I wonder if I'd be forgiven. I wonder if they would be a bit kind to me.
Picking up the ones I've thrown away and packing them, I piled a filled-up box.Glancing at the passengers, piled up the tenth box.
I see. It still isn't enough. It seems as if nobody can see them.Then I must pile higher and higher, so all people in the universe can see.
More, more, much higher. Reaching birds, the Tower of Pain.Who'd you think you are, climbing to the top of it?
Looked down at the rubbernecks who opened their mouths.They look like ants from here. I piled the hundredth box.
Ladies and Gentlemen! These boxes are filled with my pains.I'm on the great height that your comfort will never reach.
Surely I'm a special man. So special that everyone looked up to me.I was chosen as a God of Loneliness. That's why I came into the view like this.
More, more, much higher. Reach the clouds, the Tower of Pain.A king is feeling like a god, sitting cross-legged at the top of it.
All I can hear is the sound of winds. I piled the thousandth box.I felt dizzy when I looked down. The ladder I set up was blown away.
And then I became really lonely. It seems as if nobody can see me.I felt so scared that I lost my voice. Suddenly I heard Hammer Song.
It breaks the Tower from below. Someone sings Hammer Song.Everybody wants to talk to you. Come down to the same level.
More, more, stronger. A song echoes in the Tower of Pain.The God of Loneliness is sniveling, clutching at the top of it.
Feeling like I'm a god. My feeling is up-side-down. Plight. Who are you.