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
