I hid under cover
Waited for my orders
A clown whispered in my ear
You're not a soldier
I awoke with a grail in my hand
I sipped it as i went down
The octagonal stairway
Compassion was my weakness
I declared war for no reason
Then i awakened
Brass knuckles on my hands
I punched the walls as I went down
The octagonal stairway
I laid in the hearse
Saw the southern lights
And I awakened
With a novel in my hand
I read it as i descended
The octagonal stairway