Pulled to the twisted spiral stairs

you falling down

The promise of the treasure bright in our eyes

Our movement sure

We fool ourselves

Taken like chattle in the gates of their keep

Shrouded in ignorance we bow at their feet



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Sacrificing the world outside

to suffer mental pictures in my mind

To drown in delusions



Pulled to the twisted spiral stairs

you falling down

Unpainted pictures trick the blind to see

Our thoughts clear

We fool ourselves