Four Walls

Attention to detail
in a white washed, smoothed out room.
Attention to the noises,
lights frozen 'neath the moon.

Attention to the front,
the broken bottles all there's left.
We're getting out of here someday,
slightly worse than the best.

Attention to the broken,
can you feel it everywhere?
Attention to the heartbeats
that infiltrate the air.

The world is slowly burning,
smolder bright reds and blacks.
Can you feel your heartbeat ending..?
there's no going back.

Attention to detail
in a slightly broken way.
Attention to the exit,
there's no leaving this place.