[Verse 1] My father left the front door closed, The key still warm inside the lock. Every clock had lost its hands, Yet every room still counted time. His name was carved into the oak, Along with every soul before. Only one branch ended blank... Waiting by the dining floor. [Pre-Chorus] Seven knocks... No one there. Only breathing In the air. [Chorus] Don't say my last name... Don't let it cross your lips. Some doors don't need a key... They only need a voice. If you hear someone you love Calling through the dark, Walk away... Or they'll remember Who you are. [Verse 2] Every photograph grew older, Only I began to fade. Faces knew me in the morning... By night they looked afraid. My mother's voice came through the walls, Soft enough to sound alive. She whispered, "Elias... Open... I've been waiting all this time." [Bridge] The forest kept a doorway No map had ever drawn. Every family leaves one soul To keep the calling going on. The voices weren't the dead at all... They were tomorrow's past. Every generation Became the one Who spoke the last. [Final Chorus] Don't say my last name... Don't answer when they call. The silence knows your history... It has memorised it all. If the knocking reaches seven... Leave before the eighth. Because the voice outside your door Is wearing your own face. [Outro] (Whisper) Who... Are... You... ... (Eight slow knocks.) "Elias..." (Silence.)
