Black marble tiles, shiny dark eyes
Reflections glooming bright
We can walk for hours without knowing where we are
In a labyrinth of thought
Things get lost, lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost, an island can be huge
I won't matter to refuse
White marble stairs leading nowhere
Overwhelmingly unfair
We can talk for hours without knowing what we say
In this silly little game
Pink marble fire, am I going insane?
Addicted to the pain
I can search for hours but the more I do explore
The less I know what for