So there’s a staircase that I’ve buried down deep in my mind
It’s the place that I made to cage
All the fear and anger inside.
In blood, etched on every step,
written line after line
Is the story of a man
Who struggles just to get by
He studies words on spiral stairs
All the good from the evil, the shadows from light, the truth within the lies.
He feels most safe within his head
Surrounded by his walls
On autopilot consciously, just waiting for the fall.
Despite the pain this man has felt
He holds his head up high
And walks with purpose down the stairs
Fire blazing in his eyes.
Step after step the stairs lead down
To a place where light is none
Seemingly peaceful, but simply decietful
Are these sirens disguised as the son.