Christmas In The Backrooms The Stupendium

And now we go live to every family's favorite endless void
It's the Backrooms Holiday Special!

It’s Christmas in the Backrooms
May not be the one you planned
But don’t you know it is the season
To be glitching through the ceiling
To a one-tone wonderland

Yes, Christmas in the Backrooms
That special time of year
We’ve trimmed the trees with wreaths
And existential primal fears

Every level’s looking jolly, hope you brought a lot of holly
There’s an infinite sprawl of different halls to deck – good golly!
Yes, escaping would be folly, take a tip from me
That Santa Claus can’t fit an exit door beneath the tree

So, hum to the thrum of the halogen lights
But don’t wonder if you’re gonna see Santa tonight
‘Cause the chimney’s labyrinthine and there’s infinite trees a-glistening
And there’s far too many hearths for gift delivering right
(So many trees)

Yes, Christmas in the Backrooms
A silent nightmare awaits
No reindeer hooves upon the rooves
Foam tiles won’t take the weight
(Won't take the weight)