Descending to the dungeon of the soul
maXwell -- composer, all instruments & vocals
Richard Rumanuk -- engineer
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fiogf49gjkf0d Winding Stair
There's a bowl of cream at the door to hell,
And a skinny, white, cat is drinking it
all up.
Touch the brass handle; it never turns green.
So many hands turn it
and push.
Down and down
the winding stair
to the glow
and heat
below
Portraits line the walls, of kings and fools.
Here rests a saint, there a beggar
pleads for gold.
The steps are stone; the iron rail is cold.
The candles stabbed in spears start to smoke and
burn low
Down and down
the winding stair
to the glow
and heat
below
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