Spiralistic Vomit

The grinning fool is no tool, but the old man is the miser. Through time and age and dampening ones rage will thee become the wiser.
Smiles painted on stretched skin. Spirals etched where thine Memory has been.
Go down the staircase little boy, be quick, there in a flash!
Down the ring of Fire, Just like Jhonny Cash.
Don't grab the rusted railing or you'll be sailing to the bottom floor.
Yet the more you go down, the sooner you'll be no more.

Hear the screams from down below
Feel your fear fill you from head to toe.
You always were a Violent.
now become Eternally Silent.
Let his smile ring out your fate,
For now you're going to meet yer maker of late.