- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jerwood
- Colin
 
- Tags:
- anarcho punk
 
- See also:
Conflict - Climbing The Stairs lyrics
Standing alone in a mystery 
 Standing alone in misery 
 I'm standing alone; it's a mystery? 
 The start of the war, it's the first to die 
 So on my own, in not the place to be 
 First, I see visions of insane men 
 Unaware on the stairs 
 Caught by the same gang 
 Pure hatred on young and aged faces 
 There's one, two, three 
 But they ain't leaving traces 
 As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path 
 I try to respond, but this just raises a laugh 
 A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face 
 I try to turn and run 
 But they are all over the place 
 I'm pulling hard on the stair rail but this ain't my night 
 My shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight 
 I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with skull 
 I fight back so hard, but the blades take their toll 
 So many shots on target, on the floor curled up tight 
 The crazed just won't stop, is this finally goodnight? 
 Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die 
 And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives 
 Conflict - Climbing The Stairs - http://motolyrics.com/conflict/climbing-the-stairs-lyrics.html
 I'm losing all, all track of time; I feel the pain of a real life crime 
 Boy they roar, let's open up his head, hey you see how far you've pushed this 
 I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon 
 I'm unaware that they are creeping down the back stairs 
 I shout, "hey, what am I getting this for? 
 I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door" 
 But the batons rain down, the boots pile in 
 Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in? 
 The choppers chop hard, the blade cuts deep 
 Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep 
 The baton rain downs, the boots pile in 
 I feel a strange peacefulness building up within 
 The choppers chop hard the blood runs red 
 I feel total release, I think I must be dead 
 Back alive in the shadow of a dead man, I'm not alone 
 I'm reaching for the stair rails; instead I grab the hand of the father 
 I see a face; it's the face of my mother 
 There's someone else; it's the mother of my mother 
 Whose strong man is helping me? 
 Climb up the stairs from the misery 
 Climb and climb, the stairs from the mystery 
 Climbing the stairs for the unaware to see










