Pusher

Never been here before and it’s darker than what I was told
From the depths I can feel a grip that might hold
It’s called «excuse», «lies"and «one more time»
On the surface it’s burning but I’m holding my breath just fine
And the walls waiting to be climbed
Half the steps leading nowhere
Half the steps going spare
No wonder you’ve been found
Walking away with broken legs
To find out the sige has been laid
Walking away with broken legs
To witness the directions fade
Walking away with broken legs
The one who started now begs
Moving on disguised is being wrapped up in lies
Too far to retreat and avoisd the wages
Between two sides to end up despised
Repeat until satisfied or bear the stages
Walking away with broken legs
The one who started now begs