The Basement

This basement holds a box
That has the memories of a lost one
I don’t visit it just like I used to
And this hallway makes me choke
It’s just the stairs are slick the light are low
And it’s dark just like the back of my throat
I’m stuck within this chair
I thought I couldn’t blink until I jolt awake
Afraid I left the candle burning
It’s not the wick I smell it’s memory burning with the question
How the power of the dead
Can make the world stop still
Tonight you think a symphony could make you fall asleep
Forget about the invocations angels and the demons
Tonight
Tonight you think a symphony could make you fall asleep
Tonight you think a symphony could make you fall asleep
Tonight you think a symphony could make you fall asleep
Forget about the invocations angels and the demons
Tonight
Tonight you think a symphony could make you fall asleep
Forget about the invocations angels and the demons
Tonight