The Iron Cellar

You wander in the streets in search of your own mind
You see the end of your existence in the gutter
Walk to your oblivion
Run to your doom
The walls thicken with every step you take
Your cells collapse with each new glass
Walk to your oblivion
Run to your doom
Nightlife calls out to you and resonates with every movement
Manifesting itself like an icon, no one prays
The collapse of senses and thoughts is such, you barely stand
Every scene in your life looks the same
Sniff out your own rot
Screams in the black of space
All your dancing can't hide the emptiness
The hooks of life are sunk into your flesh
Sniff out your own rot
Screams in the black of space
Every attempt to escape is more painful
The commonplace has already invaded all space
Nightlife calls out to you and resonates with every movement
Manifesting itself like an icon, no one prays
The collapse of senses and thoughts is such, you barely stand
Every scene in your life looks the same