First floor, room one
Inscriptions on the wall, etched in blood
They say if you have a chance you have to kill the leader
Then as you go you get yourself assassinated First floor, room two
You took a mind by storm; the mess you made was legendary
You turn away, and soon you find you have overstepped it
They put away the welcome, faces turning to stone First floor, room three
The medication you took you found is over-rated
You saw it all come around and now it’s time to stop it
Every step you took was anesthetized First floor, room four
The broken bones were synchronized
Thrown like a boomerang you come back to the source
But life doesn’t catch you; you’re out of control First floor, stairs
Upwards the stairs descend further into the subconscious
You can sow the seeds, to regenerate your soul
The steps are rotten Second floor, room one
You turn to run
Thinking of all the stupid things you’ve done
You are keeper of the madness
You fall back downstairs, and black out First floor, stairs
You awake and focus, gaze at the door
Battered and bruised
I guess you can’t handle it
Your subconscious haunts you even more