Making a slow descent
I can see the stream of words lighting up the steps
And it seems to me the worms are gathering now
Bringing forth the seeds
Aiming at my need to see this through
Staring down at the mouth of the tower
Banking on my need for something new
Putting up a wall again
I can hear the voices rattling inside my head
You brought it with you and the steps you're taking are waste
Making up the rules
Grace is an anchored mind
When everything is just a trap waiting to unwind
We're falling into it now
Nowhere to end when there's nothing to lose
Aiming at my need to see this through
Staring down at the mouth of the tower
Banking on my need for something new
Hypnotize me, lead me in
I expected broken string, but I found that there was nothing
Blacking out my eyes with lines you drew
Burn the notes and light the lens again
