作曲 : Pile
yellow room - pile

Eyes that dart and wander around their tomb.
Heart turned into a fist when the body can��t move.
Wants out of its box, then the yellow one.
Stuck between sleep and panic
That paint is a brutal prison guard.
Waves an insulting gesture at me.

Jumps out the chest and starts running at the walls
It��s losing its shit and swears there��s a room outside this one.
It��s just a reflective vest that covers
For bloated guts that exist to serve themselves.
And they stop functioning all at once.

At least let him look out.