What can I say, does trouble keep an eye on me? I dig for guilt in every hole, something to shake this place. How long will it be until I find something that sticks and I can stand it?
I keep climbing Until I have to crowl In search of the satisfaction that evades us all.
Ascent the Ziggurat, another holy mouth for me to stand atop. Poor soul, he's got to quench his thirst to grab hold of whatever hand come first.
I keep climbing Until I have to crowl In search of the satisfaction that evades us all.