[Intro] [Slow, atmospheric synths] [Spoken word, distorted voice]
This is the waiting room.

[Verse 1] [Deep baritone, unsettling calm]
Shadows stretch long on the floorboards, worn and creakin'
Where the air hangs thick with a silence that's speakin'
A single bulb flickers, a tired, yellow eye
Reflecting a world where the moments just die.

[Chorus] [Vocals become layered, slightly off-key harmony] [Dreamlike, melancholic]
And we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time
Where the colors are muted and the logic's a crime
The clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace
Just the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.

[Verse 2] [Higher, more frantic tone, but still controlled]
A silhouette moves in the periphery, a flicker, a ghost
Is it friend, is it foe, is it what we need most?
The whispers they weave through the fabric of night
Searching for answers, bathed in pale, spectral light.

[Chorus] [Vocals become layered, slightly off-key harmony] [Dreamlike, melancholic]
And we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time
Where the colors are muted and the logic's a crime
The clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace
Just the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.

[Bridge] [Abrupt shift, jazzy, slightly dissonant piano riff] [Spoken word, slightly distorted]
The dancers they twirl, in a dream, never waking
Their movements precise, but their souls slowly breaking.
The coffee is black, and the pie tastes like dread
Is this real, is this a dream, or something unsaid?

[Chorus] [Vocals return, more intense, with a sense of urgency] [Dreamlike, melancholic]
And we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time
Where the colors are muted and the logic's a crime
The clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace
Just the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.

[Outro] [Music fades, synths return, distortion increases] [Spoken word, fading into static]
The waiting room... always the waiting room...
(Static crackles and fades to silence)