[Spoken Word]

Excuse me, the store is now closed...

Please, exit through the emergency door.

Loyal customers, we appreciate your time,

But the furniture’s calling out for more…

In the shadows where the fridges hum,

I wander through these aisles, silent, numb.

Shelves are towering, they stretch so high,

With whispers lingering, like a ghostly sigh.

Cushions piled high, but none to lay,

In this maze of wood and metal gray.

The exit sign flickers, a warning light,

In the heart of this store, swallowed by night.

3008, trapped in a never-ending date,

Wandering where the lost souls await.

3008, look behind, you might find your fate,

I’m turning soft, but this silence is fate.

Mirrors reflect what the mind can’t see,

A lonely figure staring back at me.

Handles creak and the floors, they moan,

This IKEA rumble, I’m all on my own.

Those smiley aisles that felt so warm,

Now seem like a gathering storm.

Familiar paths twist and fold,

In the abandoned, warmth turns cold.

3008, trapped in a never-ending date,

Wandering where the lost souls await.

3008, look behind, you might find your fate,

I’m turning soft, but this silence is fate.

Only shadows echo through the shop,

Whispers tickle my ear, I can’t stop.

Falling into this madness, a melancholic trance,

Furniture waltzes in a ghostly dance.

[Key Change]

Climbing those stairs, where the light don’t shine,

Round and round in the endless design.

Frames and boxes, they’re not what they seem,

Caught in a part of a broken dream.

3008, trapped in a never-ending date,

Wandering where the lost souls await.

3008, look behind, you might find your fate,

This soft world is tough, and it sealed my fate.

[Solo]

(Final haunting notes, strings twisting into silence)

So if you hear the store is closed,

And the aisles hum with hidden woes,

Remember me in your cozy chair,

For in this IKEA, I’m lost somewhere...

[Fade-Out]

3008, the w