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Walls Closing In
Industrial Rock
Anxiety becomes architecture. Walls tighten, locks fail, vents breathe badly, and the place meant to protect begins to press back. The danger is not inside the subject; it is built into the structure around them.
This is the moment before pressure becomes physiology: the point at which shelter still looks like shelter, but no longer behaves like it. The room remains. Safety does not.
Lyrics
Flicker dies on wet concrete
No name left beneath your feet
Keys dissolve in rusted lock
You were air before the clock
Home blind
Home blind
Say it like the walls are closing in
Home blind
Home blind
But the sound won't let you win
Alley breathes through broken vents
Every turn returns — no sense
Wires hum a dead refrain
Static fills your mouth again
What you clutched is dust now
What you swore is hush now
Home blind
Home blind
Say it like the walls are closing in
Home blind
Home blind
But the sound won't let you win
