You found a way to sing along and clap your hands with the rest of us,
But I saw you in the dark, you were clawing at the walls
Shake it from your fears
Son, tragically wound you curse the stairs
That suddenly turned you unaware
Wandering eyes will tell you this:
Truth will be told, I’ll bury you
Your feeling this, the judge has dug his nails in it
Now damned to die
The fireworks carry on as I signed the deal to sing along
It’s easier if you let it be, don’t fight it off, you’re struggling
Let them bring you the chair, it’s calling you to fry
At the back of the world there’s a set of stairs
They rise to the back of a perfect place
