This Is a Map

It's sinking, It's sinking, It's sinking in.

(Quicker than it's equal)
As the sign screams from across the room.
His staircase leads the modest of the three.
I long for the still, the calm, and slumbering.
I call the still, the calm, and slumbering
To awake the great giants of circumstance.

Let us dance upon your shoulders,
And bathe amidst your spit.
You are needed here tonight.

Inhale means exhale means oh hell it's back again.
Set me aflame.

The dousing lends will amidst the three
To carry this script out in the dark.
Read it aloud.
Scream this aloud.
This page should go missing, so kindly disarm the three.
They know the way home.
This song is a map.