Lyrics

These doors, illuminated by dull yellow, ?
Emit pale gray and pray for a better life
?They split in a dirty dreary sigh?
Each is just one entity, who's old, spiderweb old, ?
And dusty chipped broken and dying??

They've seen turmoil and times change?
They've seen love and abuse under dancing moths
?They've seen thousands and thousands of cigarette butts, ?
Years of destitution and pain on pavement

??These doors, driven to insanity by a life of repetition,
?Breath melancholy and collect dust?
They laugh a cavernous black
?Each contains etched wretched tales, ?
Imprinted stories of generations past

??They've seen clouded nights of human inundation ?
They've seen too proud, too angry, too late
?They've seen unimpeachable failures, recanted memories and
?Sorrow on the steps of kingdom come?
And these doors open and close in silence?