I long to see whats down there, I am not stopping til my feet tell me to.
There's a lie but then theres the truth.
I see a lady, cooking, she must of been someones wife.
You know what, we are analyzing someone's life.
It looks pretty creepy, going down these stairs.
Life wasn't so easy in here.
Someone lived in fear.
I see a child's bed, so there must of been a family living in the shed.
The pictures on the wall, tell me they are dead.
Somebody, must of been sick, because i see bandages on the floor.
An old man's hat hanging on the door.
Where did they go?
We will never know.
We can wonder, we can guess
But the truth lies within this mess.
Now i am going back upstairs.
I never judge, what isn't fair.
Maybe someday we will read it in the papers, but until then we can only guess.
But the truth lies deep within this mess.
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