The Red Death

Lock the doors, draw the curtains Pour the wine, strike the band Paint the clock in gold and silence Pretend this wasn’t planned Laugh it off, call it fashion Call it fate, call it flair If you never say its name out loud Then maybe it’s not there Seven rooms in perfect order Every color, every tone But the red one keeps on waiting Like it knows you’re coming home You say time is just a rumor Just a sound you can ignore But every hour hits the midnight Like a fist against the floor You can dance through the plague You can drink through the fear But it’s counting every heartbeat And it’s already here Yeah, it’s already here Masks are cracking at the edges Sweat is soaking through the seams You can’t outrun what remembers You can’t bargain with disease When the clock starts screaming louder Watch the room begin to sway Every laugh turns into breathing Every color drains to grey You can dance through the plague You can lie to the mirror But the Red Death knows your name And it’s standing nearer Yeah, it’s standing nearer Seven rooms deep and nowhere left to go You sealed the door yourself You should’ve known