Past The Exit
Through the opening and closing doors
Past many filled rooms
Those silent, empty hallways
Smell of cleaniless and dread
Some doors are locked
And corridors are blocked
So slowly does stress come
And your panic starts to rise
Past many exits you can't go through
And places that vanish from sight
You are guided along with open doors
To a place that is not known
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