Vacancy is occupied
Please come back another time
These four walls are condensing
Every time we begin reminiscing
Oxygen is getting thick
Pungent fumes from your neck
Keep striking up like a match
Lead across a coarse surface
It’s lit

These four walls are condensing
Oxygen is getting thick
That taste is gritty
Slick Slivers of black start swiveling
Swelling up my tongue with sweaty trickery
Suffocation never felt so Zen and yet so witty
My skin is blue and grey
I guess you are what you eat
If only it’s death didn't taste so sweet
These four walls are Condensing
Your oxygen is getting thick