Counting Doors Ritual

Count the doors

Count the doors

One is less

And one is more I found a hallway under the hall A

second shadow behind the wall

The numbers fell from the ceiling black

And every door led the wrong way back

The old machine with the silver eye

Was counting stars in a windowless sky

It carved a map

in the dust and bone And marked one room

as never alone

Step by step

Name by name

Every exit looks the same Turn the lock

Hear it call There's another door behind them all

Count the doors and mark the frame

Every threshold knows your name

One for the mirror,

one for the floor

One for the thing that came before

Count the doors and kill the light Leave the last one open

wide If the walls begin to roar Count the doors,

count the doors

The camera watched as the camera dreamed Of a hidden room in

a hidden scene The circuit bent like a serpent's spine And bit

its tail at the end of time The floorboards clicked in a

perfect code The air got heavy,

the image slowed A shape looked back from the empty chair Like

it had always been sitting there

Step by step

Name by name Every exit looks the same

Turn the lock

Hear it call

There's another door behind them all Count the doors and mark the

frame

Every threshold knows your name One for the mirror,

one for the floor

One for the thing that came before

Count the doors and kill the light Leave the last one open

wide If the walls

begin to roar

Count the doors, count the doors

One for the signal

Two for the stain

Three for the window

Four for the flame

Five for the shadow Six for the seam

Seven for the machine

That learned to dream

Count the doors and mark the frame

Every threshold knows your name

One for the mirror,

one for the floor

One for the thing that came before

Count the doors and kill the light Leave the last one open

wide If the walls begin to roar Count the doors,

count the doors Count the doors Count the doors One is less

And one is more