Gotta get out, the smoke is blinding me,
Seeping into my lungs, suffocating endlessly.
Gotta escape before it kills my soul,
In this burning house, I’ve lost control.

If your world revolves inside those fiery walls,
Then everything's aflame, as the structure falls.
But how could you know, caught in the blaze,
That your reality's consumed in a smoky haze?

Every wrong turn, a potential burn,
Each small step, the house might overturn.
With every movement, fear grips tight,
In...