Bang

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