The Crimson Corridor - ZAO

A signal is born from a crooked womb

Into the hands of the chemical sea

It writhes forward towards the Pharos

To infect the corpus and revive the fear

When sorrow’s seed awakes in me it takes dominion inside my head

A numb abyss of helplessness authors the visions it embeds

The change begins as I stand within the crimson corridor

I bite off my lip and I clench my fists screaming

«Cut it all away, cut it all away!»

Screaming…

The path is lit, I am drawn to it

The crimson corridor

Eternal recurrence

Lowered slowly into the jaws of dread

Crushed between its teeth

Suffocating