Thirty First

October thirty-first, eleven fifty-nine
The numbers on the wall are counting down my time
The hallway smells of rust, the ceiling starts to bleed
Something underneath the floor is waking up to feed

The windows have been boarded from the other side
The mirrors show a version of me trying to hide
The telephone is ringing with a disconnected line
I pick it up and hear a voice identical to mine

It tells me that the basement door is open once again
It tells me not to listen to the scratching in the vent
It tells me that the clocks are counting everything i owe
And something wearing my own face is waiting down below

The second hand is shaking
The circuit starts to bend
I hear the engine turning
And i know how this will end

Three
Two
One
Run

I'm running through the corridors, i'm tearing through the wires
I'm watching all the exit signs illuminate like fires
I'm pulling on the handles but the doors are welded shut
I'm hearing something laughing as the power lines erupt

I'm climbing through the ventilation, crawling through the walls
I'm hearing heavy footsteps getting closer down the halls
I'm breaking every circuit, every lock and every chain
But every door i open puts me right back here again

The thirty-first is calling me
The clock is counting down to three
The thing inside the walls is free
And every face i see is me

I hear the gears beneath my skin
The dead are begging to get in
The clock strikes twelve, the lights go red
And something tells me i'm not dead

The basement door is opening, the staircase starts descending
The cables hanging overhead are twisting without ending
A thousand broken monitors are flickering to life
Displaying every single time i didn't make it out alive

The first one shows me drowning in a chamber full of steam
The second shows a surgeon cutting wires out of me
The third one shows me standing where the final doorway stood
And every other screen is showing something just as good

The room is full of pumpkins with their faces carved in steel
Their teeth are made of razor blades, their candlelight is real
A figure in a butcher's mask is standing by the stairs
I lift the mask and find my face has always waited there

The memory is coming back, the missing pieces fit
I built this entire mechanism, every single bit
I programmed every nightmare, every scream and every death
And now the system only runs as long as i have breath

I made the walls
I built the floor
I locked myself
Behind the door

I wrote the code
I set the date
I made the thing
That seals my fate

It's coming from my body and the wires in my chest
The engine keeps on running every time i try to rest
The thing that i've been running from is everything i've made
And every thirty-first i watch my memories degrade

I'm tearing out the circuits but they grow beneath my skin
I'm shutting down the system but the system starts again
I'm screaming at the ceiling as the final numbers bend
And every single ending is another way to begin

October thirty-first
October thirty-first
The engine needs another death
To satisfy its thirst

I'm cutting i'm pulling i'm tearing the wires
I'm running i'm falling through electrical fires
I'm breaking i'm bending i'm forcing the frame
I'm screaming i'm hearing it calling my name

I'm counting i'm climbing i'm reaching the door
I'm slipping i'm sliding i'm hitting the floor
I'm pushing i'm pulling i'm starting to see
The monster i'm hunting is hunting through me

It's turning it's turning it's turning again
I'm burning i'm breaking i'm bending again
I'm running i'm running i'm running and then
The clock strikes twelve and it starts again