The stairway’s spinning down Deep beneath the fertile ground It tunnels through a buried town I see all the lives I used to lead Like scattered, petrified trees The milestones and broken bones Grow through the dirt ceiling I drink the cup of the old life’s blood But it trickles from the corner of my mouth I wrap myself in earth To bury the devils within the self I’m burnt out below the day I see my dreams begin to fray I never wanted you to see me this way I crumble like a serpent in the sun Such a curse can’t come undone All the wild moans and broken homes Will set me off to run Run from you I drink the cup of the old life’s blood But it trickles from the corner of my mouth I wrap myself in earth To bury the devils within the self