In the house where the clocks won't tick
Shadows hum a lullaby, cryptic
Paintings blink, but no one's home
A hallway curls into the unknown

Candles breathe without a flame
Names dissolve, but still remain

Rooms with no doors
We sleep on the floor
Dreams fall like ash
Time's a closing trap

Ceilings weep with rusted light
Mirrors whisper in the night
Something moves beneath the bed
But it only speaks in threads

Silhouettes behind the veil
Breathing static, paper pale

Rooms with no doors
We sleep on the floor
Dreams fall like ash
Time's a closing trap

No exit signs, no lullabies
Just echoes of forgotten skies
A voice that said: You've been here before
And locked the walls a little more

Rooms with no doors
We're part of the lore
Eyes made of glass
Forever will pass