Welcome to the lost home, where all live inside.
Lost and found, some see you now, some try to hide.
On the walls we keep their secrets, bottled up in jars of mystery.
But now you see us, now you don't, it's all simplistic history.
Come into Room Eleven, where we keep the lost and found.
Walls built of children, see them squirm, they had not one chance, not one single turn.
Will you forgive them, give them time?
Or will you make them ours, maybe even mine?
No, you won't, you'll leave them behind, just like you did when they were yours, not mine.