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Steep Steps to Hell
{Walking along this boulevard, the Street seems to suck me in as Tar and Paint seems to float; tearing the existence of life and all that lies in front of me. The Floor beneath peels off and floats to uncover a chained metal swirling staircase, leading nowhere but down toward a black empty space. I could feel my soul tug at my heart as I felt compelled to walk down these steep stairs leading down to, as far as I knew, Hell.}
As far as I can tell, I’m walking the steep steps to hell
hearing the toll of the doomsday bell x2
Bleeding through my fingertips, a life so hard to keep.
Pulling myself together just to dig myself deep.
Grinding a living, without a fucking choice,
got to keep your head down, speak with no voice.
Everyone’s got a living, but the price is to be paid.
A soul upon a headstone, spoilt blood within your grave.
As far as I can tell, I’m walking the steep steps to hell
hearing the toll of the doomsday bell x2
Can you hear the echo? Screaming agony.
told you the stories, but see it as I see,
the twirl of these staircases into the burning pit beneath.
The Pattern of eternity, living out the grief.
surely a life should have significance for this,
conforming into rules that don’t truly exist.
As far as I can tell, I’m walking the steep steps to hell
hearing the toll of the doomsday bell
Ensuing Life’s Ransom, the sum must be paid,
Work your fingers to the bone, into an Early Grave
Laid within your bone coffin, a Bankrupt Corpse,
Rest in scattered Pieces, as a dusty Memory.
}How I feel, strolling down steepened steps, dragging along my soul kept within,
Taking steps, slowly breathing deep, grinding my way to nothing and still}
As far as I can tell, it’s a blessed release from the chains of Life,
Walking down these steepened steps to hell.
As far as I am brought, the devil whispers “Life’s too short”
Walking down these Steep Steps to Hell.
