[Chorus: Demxntia]
There's some I've never known
But it's feeling less like home
Everything I have to show
Is it easier to throw away?

Why do I feel alone?
In this croweded space I'm always in
I don't know what to do
No I don't know what to do right now

[Verse 1: Rekap]
The walls I live and breathe in between
I'm the inmate and the warden
Always live to be dim and bleak
Like the place is all boarded up
Cause the drapes to my windows are like the [?] of coffin
As I awake to disintegrate in this hall that I'm lockеd in
And so much time is alotted for me, it's hard to bеlieve
When I got this occupancy I thought I'd not want to leave
But now I'm scratching and clawing when I'm passing every single wall
And lashing at anyone at all who's just asking me to be calm, and
My place of residence used to think it was heaven sent
Going out of my way to decorate and then I freshen it
To make or remain elegant and now I'm like hell with it
As I stay negligent and watch it decay to a skeleton
Of what it was in the past, I hardly can stomach that
I'm reluctant to pack my bags, when it's been nothing but drab
And if time I could run it back, I would have done it in a snap
But I can't recover half of a decade stuck in this [?]
[Chorus 2: Demxntia]
There's some I've never known
But it's feeling less like home
Everything I have to show
Is it easier to throw it all away?

Why do I feel alone?
In this crowded space I'm always in
I don't know where to go
No I don't know where to go at all

[Verse 2: Rekap]
If I make or break and escape this place, I don't know where I'll go
So I lay awake and I ruminate all the faces I know
That are pacing the globe while I'm staying complacent at home
'cause I'd rather stay and repose, then be astray and alone
So when my neighbors don't want me to be involved in their gatherings
And my thin walls are rattling from the shit song they're blasting
I start contacting some locals, hopeful they want to kick back and
I get a no though, they're all at the social next door where it's happening
I used to always think this was the place I was meant to be
And I made myself believe I wasn't wasting so much energy
Yeah, but I'm still holding out hope
That what I invest in will be manifested
But I feel I know that it won't
So how will I cope with what my dream has amounted to?
And no one is here to listen, so the walls are what I shout into
Always looking in the mirror when I'm in my powder room
Thinking of the day that I can get out of this house of blues
[Outro: Demxntia]
There's some I've never known
But it never feels like home
Everything I have to show
Is it easier to throw away?

Why do I feel alone?
In this crowded space I can not leave
This empty house of blues
Does it feel the same for you?