Bad Absalom - The Room

When I walked through that door,
I knew something was wrong,
A grim, heavy haze hung in the air,
I knew something was going on.

Looking from face to face,
I felt a collective sense of guilt,
These assholes were up to something,
And I was gonna find out what.

I just gotta know,
What's going on. x2

From their furtive glances,
To the odd lighting,
Everything was suspicious,
I was convinced there was something they were hiding.

I shone my torchlight,
Into each of their eyeballs,
Trying to discern the truth,
In the blackness of their pupils.

I just gotta know,
What's going on...

The room was thick with questions and thin with answers,
You could have heard a pin drop,
But the only noise around,
Being the ticking of an old grandfather clock.

The scene had an appearance of innocence,
But with sinister undertones,
I could feel it on my skin,
And seeping down into my bones.

Something's going on,
And I could tell,
Something's going on,
I got to know.

I just gotta know,
What's going on...

Then I had a sudden realization,
I had unravelled their conspiracy,
It all made sense now,
The horror of this revelation fell upon me.

I had to stop them,
This was do or die,
Now that I knew the truth,
At least I had to try.