The halls hit hard pt5

[Intro — Regaining Breath] Camera flickered back to life. I was still coughing air into my lungs, hands shaking on cold metal floors. For a second… I thought it was over. Thought we made it. Thought we were home. But the station around us felt wrong. Too quiet. Too endless. [Verse 1 — Infinite Satellite] Hallways stretched longer than physics should allow, curving metal corridors that shouldn’t exist somehow. Panels flickered with languages I couldn’t read, screens looping symbols at impossible speed. Mold covered the walls like it owned the place, black-green veins crawling through every space. It pulsed in spots like it breathed slow air, spores floating heavy in the station’s glare. We wrapped our masks tighter, stepping light, dodging growth clusters left and right. Some doors were sealed, some half decayed, like time itself had started to fade. [Hook — Uneasy Realization] We escaped the maze… or so we thought, but the silence here felt deeply wrought. No voices, no crews, no living sound— just orbiting rot that wrapped around. [Verse 2 — Exit Breach] We passed a corridor marked “EXTERNAL HATCH,” warning lights flickering, systems mismatched. Before we spoke, the door sparked wide— pressure screaming from the other side. Wind tore through like a violent hand, ripping tools from where they’d land. Two hazmat figures lost their grip— Dragged screaming in one violent slip. I reached out — too slow, too late— Watched them vanish through the hatch gate. Their bodies spun into the endless black, Helmets glinting… never coming back. Door sealed again like nothing occurred, just silence where their screams were heard. [Bridge — Isolation Returns] That’s when it hit me — cold and sharp— Same feeling I had at the maze’s start. Every time I think I escaped the snare… I wake up trapped somewhere worse than there. [Verse 3 — The False Earth] I found a viewing window near the spine, thick glass stretching edge to line. And there it was… Earth in view— Blue and green like the one I knew. But something felt… off in scale, Continents shaped just slightly pale. Clouds moving wrong… oceans dim… Like a copy made from memory thin. I leaned in close… breath on the pane— And saw landmasses that shouldn’t remain. That’s when I knew — stomach dropped— The Backrooms hadn’t let me stop. It faked escape. It faked the sky. Just another layer in the lie. [Chorus — Realization] I never left. I never won. Just traded walls for a dying sun. The maze goes far beyond the halls— It builds whole worlds just to watch you fall. [Verse 4 — Taking Control] I found the station’s control hub core, Screens still active like before. Navigation blinking, engines alive— Autopilot running but misaligned. I don’t know why… but I took the chair, Hands on controls like I belonged there. If this was fake — if none was true— Then I’d break the path it flew. Coordinates scrambled, star maps bent, One massive gravity well dead ahead sent. A black hole swallowing light and frame— And I drove us straight into its name. [Transition — Collapse] Metal screamed as we crossed the seam, Stars stretched thin like melting dream. Time distorted… vision tore— Then everything collapsed once more. [Verse 5 — Backrooms Return / Decay] I woke up coughing on carpet rot, Backrooms hum… but weaker… shot. Walls sagged inward, lights half dead, Mold crawling thicker overhead. This wasn’t Level 0 as I knew— Something ancient had bled it through. Ceilings cracked with fungal veins, Spores drifting down like toxic rain. Hallways eroded, corners torn, Like this sector had been abandoned… worn. Not empty — no — but left to decay, Like the maze itself forgot this way. [Bridge — Sickness] Breathing burned like inhaling dust, Mask cracked open from orbital thrust. I tried to seal it — hands too slow— Spores already in my throat below. [Verse 6 — Collapse] Vision blurred… stomach twisted tight, Dropped my camera in flickering light. Fell to my knees on mold-soaked foam— This ruined level my newest home. I threw up bile on the carpet stain, Body rejecting the fungal rain. Head spinning hard… pulse off-beat— Backrooms sickness setting deep. [Outro — Weak but Alive] I wiped my mouth… grabbed my cam, Hands trembling but I still stand. Every escape just pulls me deeper— Maze gets wider… darker… steeper. If you’re seeing this… I’m still inside— Orbit didn’t break the tide. And whatever rots this sector through… It’s alive too.