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