The Wandering: Second Act Lyrics

Cold static bleeds into the grey

No sun, no stars, only echoes of pain

A thousand whispers, all saying my name

But none of them are true

Rust-colored dust coats the hollow ground

Footfalls, silent, swallowed by the void

Each direction the same, a cruel, circular maze

Forever is heavy, a weight I can't ignore

Stone teeth grind in the darkness

A hunger that never fades

I see faces in the shadows

All as lost as I am

Screams crawl up rusted pipes

And fall back down in the filth

This is not hell, not heaven

Just this endless, empty crawl

Breathing becomes a chore

Another step, another failure to escape

The air tastes like ash and regret

Is this all there is?

A broken clock, hands frozen in time

My soul a fractured mirror

Reflecting nothing but the decay

Of what once was

The wandering continues

No end

No peace

Just the unending hum.