Stains by The Dead Are Living Lyrics

The walls in this room have been stained
Stains so deep they’re not necessarily visible
Theres occasional splotches of red that are now all that remain of the ones who were once in my position
(Once my card is drawn I’ll say that life is like a song, we must reverberate, modulate, and keep moving along)
But those are not the stains I’m referencing

These walls have been stained by the unspeakable calamities that have taken place here, by the mere purpose of this room
They sink deeper and deeper until they’re only recognized by the ones who witnessed them when they were fresh
They still remain no matter how hard you try to sand them away
They linger and flaunt themselves as if they’re insignificant
They stick out onto the surface so that we can be reminded that this is not another myth or story
And that one day
A stain is all you’ll ever be