On the bottom tier, what's embraced is only fear, as I fall asunder dragged under with every blunder. Blissed with good, but blessed with hell, the scorching tomb I'll call my cell, tell the tale, my eyes they swell the tears they fall, at devil's calls. My loyalty is my sin, my purgatory is from within. Twisted, pulled, also fooled, told the lies as truths are told, the Cheshire cat's smile unfolds, unfurled like a sail in wind, and I am led to darkness by a friend, she was a friend, now she's all I hate. And I cling to her and know my fate. I should have left on my own accord, but my legs are gone and I lay here floored. People watch and pass on by, on the bottom tier, this is where I'll lie, on this bottom tier until I die.