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