Welcome to the underground, where the fucking air’s too thick to breathe,
Steel and stone in silence scheme beneath your feet.
So how is this fucking place, good right? It bites polite,
Whispers in the dark feel too close at night.
You won’t find sunlight, just the hum of regret,
And the cold trace of promises you’d rather forget.
You will spend forever in this hell-like place,
Where time loops slow and nothing leaves a trace.
No clocks, no sky, just weight and sound,
Every thought you hide comes back around.
So quit playing around and see you’re trapped,
The door’s long gone and the map’s abstract.
You reached too deep, now you deal with the cost,
Lessons get carved, not taught, not lost.
If you try and escape you will not like our punishment,
It’s built to crawl under skin bitch no accident.
Every step watched, every silence planned,
This place don’t need chains to make you stand.
And the echoes? They hit where it hurts,
Soft voice, sharp truth, always the worst.
It don’t break fast, it breaks slow and wide,
Makes you sit with the part you try to hide.
You’ll see yourself clearer than you ever could,
And it won’t feel brave bitch just misunderstood.
Regret’s a mirror thats fucking no glass, just steel,
The kind that shows what you won’t reveal.
Some pace, some scream, some just fold,
Some beg for heat, others miss the cold.
It’s not fire that burns you, it’s memory’s weight,
Stuff you buried comes back too late.
No one forgets, but everyone tries,
And in this place? That’s how you die.
You walk through thoughts you swore weren’t real,
But they talk back here that’s the fucking deal.
Doors don’t open, they vanish instead,
Every choice you ignored gets fed.
No light, no justice, just facts and pain,
And names you remember but can’t explain.
There’s no guards here, no one to beg,
Just a hallway of guilt and a whispering edge.
It don’t scream fuck it just lean in close,
And says the things that hurt the most.
So don’t act shocked like this ain’t earned,
Every flame in here’s a bridge you burned.
Looks like you’re tryna escape bitch we can’t let that happen, can we?
So say hello to the underground… but it actually is hell.
rmw
