[Intro] Two doors and one key. Seventy-seven… and seventy-seven. [Verse 1] Same number marks the frame of fate, fate that awaits behind each gate. One door is still, its breath denied— denied the light on either side. I turn the key; the metal sighs— sighs like a soul that slowly dies. [Refrain 1 – whispered echo] Death in the wall, wall in the breath. Breath in the call, call into death. [Verse 2] A shadow stirred behind the seam, seam that unlaced the cloth of dream. None who have slept recall the night— night that erased their former sight. The second door concealed its claim— claiming the one who spoke no name. [Refrain 2 – darker echo] Death in the wall, wall in the breath. Breath in the call, call into death. [Bridge – slow, Shakespearean cadence] One path leads in where selves decay— decay to ash, then slip away. Away returns the one who wakes— wakes not the same as whom fate takes. Takes back the breath the dream had won— won by the room where ends are spun. [Final Refrain – mantra of symmetry] Two doors to choose, choose what is true. True turns to lose, lose becomes new. New shapes the end, end shapes the you. [Outro – fading, quiet] Two doors and one key. Seventy-seven… and seventy-seven.
