The Door Lyrics

Let me take it back when I used to see color When we were alive and we were only youngsters

Hunters of dreams when we did not know hunger When I was me and not a happiness smuggler

Before we got sick and our faces were covered Before we'd admit that our days would be numbered

Before I would sleep in a prison of comfort Where saviours just a name I would give to

My lovers

Before I knew sex and before I'd suppress Before I'd progress into traumatic stress

Before I got hooked into needing a fix And before my own mind started playing up

tricks Like if sex does sell then it overcomes love

It was drilled real young, that's all happiness is

Took no time for demons to blow kisses

Who made me think the damsel is the way Like a predator to prey

Who Taught me to let any man in to always have their way

That saying no is not okay A worthy woman must obey

Keep her mouth shut, legs astray it melt my thoughts to proper clay

Maya… Maya? Open the door

I know you want more Maya.

I know you want more you fucking whore

What's my existence supposed to even mean? Most of my life is made of screens

Stuck indoors with no routines Trying to live off dopamine

Sometimes I need a rush of weed It makes me psycho, so to speak

It makes me feel the air I breathe It makes my soul just want to bleed

I know I must ignore all of these demons In my head, within my waist, under my skirt

And even underneath my bed But there is something in my closet

That is stealing all my breath That talks much louder than the others

As it speaks to me instead and sounds like

Maya.. Maya? Open the door

Open the door

We know you want more

Maya; maya? Open the door

We know you want more Open the door

It's strange when a necessity Is something that suffocates me

They say it's out of love When their grip is asphyxiating me

When bodies are invading me When words are just degrading me

And breaking every effort That my father put in raising me

And people do not want to see Just what the screens made me to be

Cause then their own reflection Would not mirror something differently

We've changed our nature instantly We only respond visually

And need a stronger fix Like chicks with dicks or something more extreme

When making love is making screams And even after dream of screens

With darker themes And younger teens performing scenes

for the machine Coincidence or is it scheme

The ones you love leave you on seen You've been consumed

Now you're disposed Exposed to all your demons means

Maya… Maya…Open the door

Open the door We know you want more

Maya

Maya Open the door

We know you want more Open the door