Empty, Not Alone - Intellectual

[Intro]

Empty not alone

She’s draped in morbid grace, mat hair and a strangled face

I’m leaving the lights on as long as I can, closing the cupboards and drawers

Footsteps on concrete are saying they’re here, hiding behind green doors

Moved and misplaced on their own. Faucets keep gushing the voices are near

Hiding behind green doors

What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam, empty not alone

Whispers keep asking I pay them no mind, urgent they’re pleading now still

Feeling them watching and taking their time, hiding behind green doors

I’m not sleeping on most nights. Leaving I cannot, for I’m needed here, I’m dying behind green doors

Abyss forming, void of purest black. Gravity pulling, further has come back

The ones we dispatched are not alive. Plotting their horror from cracks and corners

Beseech and welcome, this morbid grace. Plotting their horror from cracks and corners

What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam

Empty not alone. What I know, fused to my bones. Without name they roam, empty not alone