BurnOutBrighter

And as it gets dark in this house of hallways
And no corridor leads to the stairs
With still wet black paint on all the windows
We got no clocks cause time don't care here...

The walls stay too thin in this house of hallways
They let through the echoes and the stares
And they'll bleed bright red with scribbled riddles
Scratched out of their panels by angered air
Cause God knows I've made all my own choices
And if I drown alone it's cause I choose
To spend my time drinking in the stairwells
When we've both got way too much to prove.