In the Backrooms, endless hallways, yellow wall paint,
Buzzing fixtures, dampened carpets, distant whispers.
Round the corner, through the doorway, goodbye windows,
Empty office, distant footsteps, something watching.
I'll wait in this place, where the sun never shines,
Wait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves.
As I walked on, found a passage, hope returning,
Through the doorway, there's my bedroom, warm and waiting.
Fell exhausted, slept for hours, woke to buzzing.
Yellow wall paint, neon flicker, distant whispers.
I live in this place, where my memories unwind,
Live in this place, built from pieces of my mind.
Buzzing fixtures, dampened carpets, distant whispers.
Round the corner, through the doorway, goodbye windows,
Empty office, distant footsteps, something watching.
I'll wait in this place, where the sun never shines,
Wait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves.
As I walked on, found a passage, hope returning,
Through the doorway, there's my bedroom, warm and waiting.
Fell exhausted, slept for hours, woke to buzzing.
Yellow wall paint, neon flicker, distant whispers.
I live in this place, where my memories unwind,
Live in this place, built from pieces of my mind.
I said my favorite music is "Scream", not ... whatever this is!
Although I must admit, the acoustics in here are to die for!
Although I must admit, the acoustics in here are to die for!
Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*
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