Brothers (Grime) - Ian Duquemin

Between the cracks in your high wall
I see the truth, I see it all
Your structure built to hide behind
Might make you hard to find
It keeps the monsters safe at bay
And locks the evil you away
To gain in riches on your isle
A rock not but a mile
In your castle built of greed 
The only god you'll ever need
Will leave you there to die alone
Upon your island home
The winds around you ever rough
The big bad wolf shall huff and puff
And blow your house beneath the waves
Towards your lonely graves

Ian Duquemin