The Oldest House

Behind 'The White'
 Voices in the void
 All-encompassing
 Crimson and alive
 A strange resonance
 A depth unknown
 A static motion
 A state of being gone
 I wasn't chosen
 You let me right in
 Through the door
 To show me the reasons
 We shift in reverse
 And walk through the walls
 A shrouded presence
 An echo in my head
 I have to find you
 Before I reach the end
 I can't see you in the dark
 And I can't see you in the light
 But I can feel you reaching out
 Beyond the fading threshold
 The fragments of truth you left me to find
 Are all consumed by chaos
 A strange resonance
 A depth unknown
 A static motion
 A state of being gone
 A shrouded presence
 An echo in my head
 I have to find you
 Before I reach the end