The door swings open, smoke pours out.
Your mind resists, knowing you shouldn't go.
Though, it's the only thing you want to do, the only thing that must be done.

Pushing in, you're enveloped by darkness, the heat bears down. It's quiet, so quiet.
Feeling, listening, hoping...

The atmosphere is familiar, yet foreign.
It feels like you should know, but nothing is certain.
Deeper and deeper into the darkness, feeling, listening, hoping...

You've prepared and waited.
Now thrust into action, mind racing, thinking, recalling.
The time has come, you've gone through the door.
Deeper and deeper into the darkness, feeling, listening, hoping...

One room, two rooms, pushing on.
Pressure builds, importance mounts, questions fog your mind. Deeper and deeper into the darkness, feeling, listening, hoping...

Will you find what you're looking for?
Will you ever see the light, breath in the air again?
There's only one way to know.
Deeper and deeper into the darkness, feeling, listening, hoping...