I can't move Cannot speak I can't breathe the air I can't feel Cannot touch I can't reach outside the square The place I'm looking for Lye's behind the door In room twenty three I can't wake Cannot sleep I can't close my eyes I can't walk Cannot run I can't seem to hide The place I'm looking for Lye's behind the door In room twenty three I'm sick of living life this way Consumed by fear everyday Sometimes I wonder if it's all in my head I'm tired of crawling on the floor I've tried to reach beyond that door And I wonder if I'm better off dead