Hallway
The Legendary Pink Dots Lyrics

Here in this passage with the mist up to my knees - a frightened savage pounding panels,
The singer finds themselves lost in a foggy hallway, feeling scared and desperate for help, yet their knocks on doors go unanswered.

I beat on every door I see but I get no answer.
Despite the singer's efforts, no one seems to be willing or able to help them in their time of need.

Yet I know I'm not alone cos I hear laughter and I know it's all for me.
The laughter the singer hears is a cruel joke at their expense, making them feel isolated and alone in their struggles.

And I know there's no returning because the gods must be appeased,
The artist feels trapped and obligated to some higher power, unable to turn back from their current path of suffering.

and, of the millions, they nominated me.
The artist feels like they have been unfairly chosen to bear the burden of others' mistakes or sins, despite the countless number of people who could have been picked instead.

And I'll walk 'til they forget as we'd forget.
The singer resolves to keep going until the pain and suffering they are experiencing is forgotten or pushed aside, likely at the cost of their own well-being.

I'm all theirs to disrepect and I plea guilty.
The singer feels like a victim of mistreatment or neglect, and even feels guilty for it, as if they somehow deserve it or brought it upon themselves.

Call it 'murder by exclusion'.
The artist sees the neglect or abandonment they are experiencing as a slow death, inflicted upon them simply by being denied help or support.

Call it criminal neglect...
The artist sees the neglect they are experiencing as a form of wrongdoing, a crime that should not be overlooked or ignored.

Just how many false confessions will it take me?
The artist wonders how many times they will have to take the blame or accept responsibility for things they did not do or could not control, as if they are being forced to confess to crimes they are innocent of.

Must I climb the mountain?
The singer feels like they are facing an impossible task or obstacle, one that requires an immense amount of effort and energy to overcome.

Must I cry against a wall?
The artist feels like their struggles are pointless or futile, as if they are trying to make an impact on an unresponsive or uncaring world.

Am I doomed to stay marooned here in this hall.
The singer sees themselves as stranded or trapped in a seemingly endless cycle or pattern of suffering and despair.

Shipwrecked in this gaping hole in time.
The singer feels like they are lost or stranded in a timeless void, unable to make progress or move forward.

In this lost museum that's forever closed inside.
The singer sees themselves as trapped in a place that is both forgotten and unchanging, like a museum exhibit that no one will ever see or interact with.

A place where nothing dies, it only crumbles.
The artist sees everything around them as stagnant and decaying, with no real sense of life or growth.

The statues turn their backs and just collapse in piles of ashes, fragments, remnants, ruins, trash...
The artist sees the things around them falling apart and losing their meaning, becoming nothing more than rubble or garbage.

They torched this temple years ago but they left the ghosts to moan on glowing coals,
The singer sees the destruction around them as an intentional act of violence or harm, one that has left them with ghosts of pain and suffering that are still present and active.

in a hall that leads to a hall that leads to a hall that leads to a hall...
The singer feels like they are stuck in a labyrinthine dungeon of misery, with no clear way out and no real sense of what lies ahead.