Текст песни Backrooms the Musical - Logan Hugueny-Clark

No warning, couldn't see,
When I noclipped from reality.
Wake up in this strange space,
Yellow walls all over the place.
Heard a noise, what could it be?
Could my worst fears
Be coming for me?
Here I'm trapped,
Being attacked.
Fluorescent lights,
No day or night.
Like a prison cell,
This must be hell.
Gotta break free from
These Backrooms,
Someone save me
From the Backrooms.
Make my escape to the beat,
Moist carpet slows my feet.
Mundane horror wears me down,
Depression all around.
Is this some kind of limbo?
Or maybe it's meant
To be a symbol.
Bridge. On and on and on
The Backrooms go on and
On and on and on.
The Backrooms go on and
On and on and on.