The Maroon Room Lyrics

You know time really is a beautiful thing because

It never stops

Not even for the man in the room

The red room

Stained and painted by the blood of his nation

All he could do really was, look down and

Admire the vividness

So many thoughts

He didn't even know where to start

Barely illuminated by the hope of his city he got to work

Writing down all manner of ideas from

Who he was, and who he wanted to be

In the process

In the process he began to lose himself

Descending into fits of rage and revenge and madness

Until the light finally hit him

And he realized there was more than himself

Others that also needed a voice

Others that perceived him in ways he didn't want

He did all this with the belief that one day

He might be able to clear the mind

Freeing himself of the room entirely

Finally bringing an end to this evil era

The MDB era

Then finally vent