Corridors of Decay

[Intro] [Verse 1] North Wing—tarnished plates, d**d card feeds, Ceiling cracks, lead-dust air, curled safety decrees. Mold blooms where roofs weep, glass eyes blind, Lesson plans split wide, fault lines in time. [Chorus] Call the corridors—mark the turns, North to West to Methods, where the sputtered lamp burns. Steel doors spark, short-circuited dark, No fiction, no laughter—facts leave their mark. [Verse 2] West Hall—thumbtack ghosts, maps bleached to bone, Seat charts crossed twice, locks rusted to stone. Cameras blind in brackets, chalkboards blister and peel, Stapler husks, film reels still—time’s frozen meal. [Chorus] Call the corridors—take the split, Library in the pit, lead paint’s thousand cuts. No ghost, no joke—hazards grade, A thousand blades where decay’s been laid. [Verse 3] Science Annex—sash jammed, eyewash dry, Neutralizers expired, glass shards testify. Gym chains twice, bleachers bow with straw and bone, Footprints fade where caution tape’s grown. [Chorus] Call the corridors—hold the line, South Wing chokes narrow, asbestos snows shine. No myth, no mercy—state of repair, Winter glare holds the rot we bear. [Outro]