The joints tighten up with each rung
Climbing to the top of the bottom
The porous beer essence through my dirty shirt
A reminder of the only antidote
It seems as though I have climbed this ladder all day
Or have the days ceased from separation?
From climbing rungs to climbing stools
to climbing meaningless relationship stops
I feel that all familiar sting
The cold air of life letting me know
I have reached the top of the bottom
I have reached the top of the ....
