[Intro - Low bass pulse, single clean guitar] [Deep male voice] Door one. [Pause] That's mine. [Door closes.] [Verse 1] Four bare walls. One wooden chair. One yellow light Hanging in the air. No windows here. No handle inside. Just my own shadow With nowhere to hide. Then words appeared Across the wall. Not painted. Not written. Just... There. "Welcome back." [Pre-Chorus] I touched the letters. They felt warm. Then underneath Another formed. My name. My name. How does this room... Know my name? [Chorus] THE ROOM KNOWS MY NAME. THE ROOM KNOWS MY FACE. THE ROOM REMEMBERS EVERY TIME I LEFT THIS PLACE. IT KNOWS WHAT I BURIED. IT KNOWS WHAT I BLAME. I DON'T REMEMBER THIS ROOM... BUT THE ROOM REMEMBERS MY NAME. [Verse 2] A photograph Lay on the floor. Me standing beside That very same door. Same wooden chair. Same yellow light. Same frightened eyes... Different night. On the back In my own handwriting: "IF YOU GET OUT... DON'T COME BACK." [Female whisper] "You came back." [Pre-Chorus] The light swung once. The walls breathed in. And somewhere behind me... A record began. [Chorus] THE ROOM KNOWS MY NAME. THE ROOM KNOWS MY FACE. THE ROOM REMEMBERS EVERY TIME I LEFT THIS PLACE. IT KNOWS EVERY PROMISE. EVERY SECRET. EVERY SHAME. I DON'T REMEMBER THIS ROOM... BUT THE ROOM REMEMBERS MY NAME. [Instrumental - Distorted guitar slowly building] [Bridge - Almost spoken] Then the walls began showing me things. A diner at midnight. A carnival gate. A truck on an empty road. A porcelain face. A black train arriving... Again... And again... And again. [Whisper] "You've seen all of this before." [Male voice] "No." [Whisper] "Yes." [Heavy beat enters] [Male voice] "Who are you?" [Silence] [Whisper] "You." [Breakdown - Heavy, slow] ONE ROOM. ONE CHAIR. ONE MAN WHO'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE. ONE DOOR. NO KEY. THE THING IN THIS ROOM... LOOKS JUST LIKE ME. [Final Chorus - Huge] THE ROOM KNOWS MY NAME! THE ROOM KNOWS MY FACE! THE ROOM REMEMBERS EVERY TIME I LEFT THIS PLACE! IT KNOWS WHERE I'M GOING. IT KNOWS WHY I CAME. I DON'T REMEMBER THIS ROOM... BUT I THINK... I REMEMBER... MY NAME. [Music drops suddenly] [Outro - Clean guitar only] A handle appeared Upon the door. It wasn't there before. Above it, Three words burned into the wood: "TRY AGAIN TOMORROW." [Male whisper] How many times have I done this? [Distant whispered voice - spoken only, not sung] "Every time." [Door opens.] [Cut to silence.]
