The Sheikhs - Gulag

Gulag with view
Up in my bridal room
My metal roots shining through

Formed an elite
Wield a curated eye
All I survey
Becoming infinity
All humanity
A room embraces me
I fall awake
No I don't feel that way

Gulag with view
Up in my bridal room
My metal roots shining through

Your thalamus rex
You thalamus rex, rejects

Gulag with view
Up in my bridal room
My metal roots shining through