Texty: Nasty Savage. Anguish.

Enter at your
Own risk
Down the spiral
Staircase
Flesh, blood,
Muscle, mind
The sword
You live
Is the sword
That you die
Broken promise
Turning point
In cold blood
Paranoid
To see a
Laguna sunrise

Forget the
Spiral
Staircase
It takes you
To the
Wrong place
Now that you
Have the
Time
You want to
Know
What's in my
Mind