Bang

Theres a hallway behind me and it leads to a maze

I look to the front stairs go on and on for days

How did i get here?

Where do i go

I don't know

Beside me is a desk, a book of lines my eyes devour

To my right, the quiet choirs countin hours

Their scene turned sour

What does it all mean

What can i say

I don't know

Scribbled on my desk

Don't know how it became a cage

They can't seem to find a test

That really defines our age

Graffiti on my desk

Is filled with such rage

Scribbled on my desk

How did it become a cage

I look to the left of me i can't see everything is black

People howling they don't want to go back

Here i am

What do i do

But sing

I think back to the scene before

Perfumers rise up the score

They tell them stories

It was all truths he swore

Laid out on the floor

Dreaming an allegory

Scribbled on my desk

Don't know how it became a cage

They can't seem to find a test

That really defines our age

Graffiti on my desk

Is filled with such rage

Scribbled on my desk

How did it become a cage