A young man sits in the corner of his room

Eyes so wide so red, like he sees the world consumed,

Whole by a threat that he couldn’t overcome,

Yet he sits still there waiting for someone

Bang! The bedroom door

Opens and he looks up from the cold stone floor.

His mother, she knows nothing that her son endures

He couldn’t tell a soul, and not a one like her

Through the halls, he walks

Fumbles with the keys and the front door locks

Trudging aimlessly down the plain sidewalks

Reaches in his pocket and he kicks a couple rocks

He pulls out a pistol and he puts it to his head

He says, “I’m a god if this will end up with me dead”

He, grinning, pulls the trigger, people looking on in dread

Suddenly the concrete’s painted dark red

A young man sits in the corner of his room

Eyes so wide so red, like he sees the world consumed,

Whole by a threat that he couldn’t overcome,

Yet he sits still there waiting for someone

Bang! The bedroom door

Opens and he looks up from the cold stone floor.

The hundred thousand times that he’s done this before

Echo through his mind, who could take this anymore

Forever never ends, and he lives through it all

The hundred thousand times that he’s walked down the hall

Looking for the edge of a neverending wall

Back to the start, can you guess what he saw?

A young man sits in the corner of his room