Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Behind the door
Where the blood cut loose
In the dark
Where my name’s not used
Up the stairs
And the ridged knife
No one cares
I should take my life
In the chair
Boiling in my strife
Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Behind the door
Where my blood cut loose
In the dark
Where my name’s not used
A liar
Lying
In the
Wait
A music
Box
To confiscate
No one knew
She was
Screaming
No one stirred
In the silent night
The snow fell
In the sinkhole light
The white glare
And the golden sun
The white bark
And “what’s done is done”
Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Look at the door
My name is news
The
Flashing
Red
It’s in
Her head
The subtle flame
It’s in
My name
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC
Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Behind the door
Where the blood cut loose
In the dark
Where my name’s not used
Up the stairs
And the ridged knife
No one cares
I should take my life
In the chair
Boiling in my strife
Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Behind the door
Where my blood cut loose
In the dark
Where my name’s not used
A liar
Lying
In the
Wait
A music
Box
To confiscate
No one knew
She was
Screaming
No one stirred
In the silent night
The snow fell
In the sinkhole light
The white glare
And the golden sun
The white bark
And “what’s done is done”
Down the run
And past her smoking fuse
Look at the door
My name is news
The
Flashing
Red
It’s in
Her head
The subtle flame
It’s in
My name
There's a lot of symbolism in this one.