Whom Who've Been

In the center of winter, the beast awoke
slowly lowering down the rows of steep steps leading below and
through his soul they flow
making his way and avoiding the day, thinkin' about things they might say.
Parading the terrain of your brain.
Steps collect upon the ancient remain, recognize like something you've seen
but you can't quite connect the strings attaching these things.
So now that I know you, this world keeps deteriorating underneath your raining down on mannequins panicking on the ground in this interesting addiction you've found.
Finally reaching his maximum depth
scratching his head dragging down all the steps
quietly echoing lightly behind his cold, blue breath.
Way down there it occurs that the demons do lurk
Looking for souls holding only whispers.
Eventually cursing walls of Earth we traverse on the verge of falling over.
Now that I know you, this world keeps deteriorating underneath your raining down on mannequins panicking on the ground.
Well I've been hunting down my shadow.
Yes it's been running away kid, and I've been chasing it around town and
every time I think I'll catch a subtle glimpse of it, it keeps camouflaging into the clouds.
High above my head their home beyond the edge of one round globe floating
spiraling in the light compacting illuminating only above me.
In the center of summer, the monster retires.
Dreaming about how to summon his empire.
Lying dryer and balder than bones roaming in the fire.
Now for the time being, his poison recedes
leaving your mind free from diminishing enemies.
reaping the bow you could potentially view on a verge of greener entity.
Now that I know you, this world keeps deteriorating under acid raining down on mannequins panicking on the ground.
Now that I know you, this world keeps deteriorating underneath the raining.
Melting us down.