I've fallen down these steps before like some detached observer   And found it hard to simply leave   The distance became further      Abdicate then replace (the history of cities)   Topical geography (tracing all the shadows of the dead sea)   Detention cells where they dwell beneath parisian streets and the shadow shows, above the glare of the holy pros   The gaze of all the faces made by Tussaud   Taming the blood of birth pangs haunted      Spectres of patterns that cannot grow   It echoes reflections that spell N O   Archaic Calligraphy   It is a sanctuary horror softly implied   Importance lives in numbers that you can't define   Like the hierarchies of all the flying pigeons      On the path I felt I was being chased towards some kind of hovering hospital   Before you knew there was a law in place   Now it's an eye for an eye   Don't believe when they say they've been misplaced   They make earnings each time they're tricking you   They're made to exist only to change face for you      Hiding behind a veil that's furled    Swear there is something   And chance is just a broken dream made up of nothing   An ancient box of someone's charms kept from a young time   It can never be made up all though it looks that way to you      Please keep your mind on it   You'd better look out cuz they wanna play tricks on you