Toilets Are Occupied

Whispers out of sight. Visions from the dead. Fools begin the flight. Truth will never speak. Fragments of the mind confined. Eldritch in the core, the shrine. Inside, I've got the pressure. Exodus from my cell bars. Exodus, there's a light. Door, it's a rock you Bomb. And You're quite a place. Silent things to sigh and dream Today. So luminous. Darkly bright, darkly bright. So Wrap me in your cold Sorrow. So wrap me in your cold Sorrow. Sorrow. Wrap me in your cold Sorrow. Sorrow