The hallways went on for miles and miles
They twisted and turned in a way that I could not define
But I found myself drifting
Nevertheless
Deeper into this mess
Deeper into the backrooms once again
Now it seems I've got blood on my hands
But I've never seen these hands before
So I keep on walking and walking
Hoping that I'll find the exit door
I don't think I'll be finding what I'm looking for today
Maybe one of these people can help me to find the way
And so it is
And so it is
And so it is
And so it is