I kept the lamp for forty years
The salt is thick inside my ears
Now I am just a cube of red
A living ghost who won't stay dead
Jump the blade and hit the wall
I will rise before I fall
Tear the skin and leave a trace
Running through this jagged place
The saws are spinning fast and cold
The metal stories now unfold
I hit a spike and pop like glass
Watching all my failures pass
The kitchen tiles are slick and white
I chase a girl into the night
The meat is raw the clock is fast
I hope this little jump will last
Jump the blade and hit the wall
I will rise before I fall
Tear the skin and leave a trace
Running through this jagged place
The salt is gone the ocean dried
There is nowhere left to hide
One wrong step and I am gone
Wait for the reset till the dawn
A thousand deaths to find the way
I play the game and I will stay
The buzzer sounds a heavy beat
I feel the friction in my feet
Jump the blade and hit the wall
I will rise before I fall
Tear the skin and leave a trace
Running through this jagged place
Just one more jump.
Just one more slide.
Red square run.
