Walk the rooms like thunder's sigh

God sent you here to clarify

Punishment draped on your spine

Walk the rooms with a holy smirk

As if God Himself handed down the work

Not a chain on your wrist not a lock on the door

But it feels like you’ve been here before

Not in chains not in walls

Still the weight of silence calls

Not in prison not in madness

Not yet buried in the blackness

Ouff I’m holding on too tight

Ouff the day turns into night

Not in prison not in chains

Not in a hospital with broken brains

Not in the grave where silence reigns

But again

Your shadow bends it won’t obey

The ceiling cracks to watch you sway

I’m doing my work but I decay

Your steps leave trails like burning ash

The air is heavy the mirrors clash

Every corner bends to your weight

Each shadow flinches like it’s too late

Walls breathe whispers of what you’ve done

They talk louder when the day is gone

Not in prison not in madness

Not yet buried in the blackness

Ouff I’m holding on too tight

Ouff the day turns into night

Not in prison not in chains

Not in a hospital with broken brains

Not in the grave where silence reigns

But you’re walking the edge again

Rooms don’t echo when you scream

Punishment’s a waking dream

You’re a sentence left unseen

You walk the rooms as if God had sent you

A punishment dressed in mortal review

Not in prison

Not in a psychiatric ward

Not yet buried

But still mad and ignored

The ceilings bleed like they know your name

The floors creak guilt they share the blame

Not in prison not in madness

Not yet buried in the blackness

Ouff I’m holding on too tight

Ouff the day turns into night

Not in prison not in chains

Not in a hospital with broken brains

Not in the grave where silence reigns

But you’re walking the edge again

Ouff

I see it

Your work’s not done

You’re a loaded gun without the safety

Echoes of wrath in every breath

Dancing madness around death