Genesis The Chamber Of 32 Doors

At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people
Running around to all the doors
They try to find, find themselves an audience
Their deductions need applause
The rich man stands in front of me
The poor man behind my back
They believe they can control the game
But the juggler holds another pack
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can
He'll smile through his guard
Survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands
He looks at you once, you know he understands
Don't need any shield
When you're out in the field
But down here
I'm so alone with my fear
With everything that I hear
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again