Empty Rooms from Once Wild by Panic Priest

empty rooms, they haunt my soul
as I move through silence
melancholies follow me
and I can't stay close to home
as I move through silence
or is this where I'll stay
getting lost inside the maze
as I move through silence
with familiarity
now the ceiling starts to rain
and it oozes violence
has it always been this way

empty rooms are part of me
on my own despondently
when I'm creeping down their halls
and there's no one there at all
empty rooms locked in my brain
but it always ends the same
when I wake up from this dream
‘cause the ghost in them is me

move in silence
move in silence

empty rooms like empty shells
as I move through silence
ghostly pictures on the walls
floating sheets and rusty nails
as I'm moved to violence
underneath a dusty veil

bittersweet and hollowed out
as I’m walking all about
and I’m creeping down their halls
and there’s no one there at all
liminal and far away
but it always ends the same
when I wake up from this dream
‘cause the ghost in them is me

there’s a comfort in exile
’til I hear a distant shout
and it warns of violence

empty rooms are part of me
on my own despondently
when I'm creeping down their halls
and there's no one there at all
empty rooms locked in my brain
but it always ends the same
when I wake up from this dream
‘cause the ghost in them is me
oh-oh-oh
always ends the same
when I wake up from this dream
‘cause the ghost in them is me
oh-oh-oh
liminal and far away
as I’m creeping down their halls
and there’s no one there at all

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