The Pull Of The Hollow Light

Voices leaking through the cracks
Dead paint peeling off the facts
Every step feels heavy as rust
Still the doorway pulls like dust

One way in, no way back
Burn the map, erase the track
Better worlds behind the glow
Fall inside, or die too slow

They swear the sky turns gasoline green
Like a place we lost in a fever dream
The air hums like a broken wire
Still the blind walk into the fire

One way in, no way back
Burn the map, erase the track
Better worlds behind the glow
Fall inside, or die too slow

Maybe hope is just a rusted hook
Maybe truth is something they took
Maybe we’re ghosts still wearing skin
Nothing remembers where we’ve been

Time bends, teeth grind, walls breathe
Still the gate refuses to leave

Silence hanging like a noose of vines
Feeding slow on empty minds
No return, but they still cheer
Trade their bones to disappear

One way in, no way back
Burn the map, erase the track
Better worlds behind the glow
Fall inside, or die too slow

One way in, no way back
Walls collapse, the sky goes black
Better worlds behind the glow
Fall inside, or die too slow