Dungeon Puzzle

In the dungeon, Of Andy Warhol noise, And thousand-word nothings. There’s a puzzle, That only you can solve. There are stairs and stars and death. There are stairs and stars, There are stairs and stars. Then there is your death, Then there is your death. There are stairs and stars, There are stairs and stars. Then there is your death, Then there is your death. When you go on the stage, And your heart is in your hands... Well those people looking up at you, Well they tend to move on. Oh they tend to move on.