Clear The Room is a visceral, methodical track from Ollifax's No Respawn album that uses the military tactic of room clearing as a metaphor for confronting the darkest parts of the self. The song builds tension through sparse, percussive language and a creeping structural rhythm that mirrors the deliberate movement through threat-filled spaces — both physical and psychological. It stands as one of the album's most introspective pieces, culminating in a haunting face-off with an interior shadow that shares the narrator's own eyes.

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut

Lyrics

Door one.
Breath gone.
Hall black.
Move on.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
CLEAR.
Room one stinks
like old fear.
Room two breathes
when I draw near.
Room three got
a child scream.
Stuck on loop
in a bad dream.
Game says sweep.
Game says score.
Real life leaves
blood under doors.
I don't rush.
I don't roar.
I make death wait
while I check more.
Boot soft.
Wall close.
Mouth dry.
Pulse froze.
Left cut.
Right glass.
One wrong step
and the whole line snaps.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
No rush.
No blur.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Who in the room.
Who in the smoke.
Who holds the line.
Who wants it broke.
Click.
Step.
Breathe.
Check.
Door.
Wall.
Glass.
Threat.
I got one man
holding sight.
I got one man
made of night.
I got one man
under skin.
Begging me
to let him in.
NO.
I don't feed him.
I don't free him.
I just hear him
when I clear him.
Every room
got teeth and truth.
Every wall
says watch and shoot.
This ain't a building.
This is my head.
Every locked door
knows the dead.
Last room.
Same face.
Same eyes.
No grace.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
No rush.
No blur.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Door kicks back.
Beat kicks low.
Rain comes in
like black snow.
Red light strobes.
Mouth tastes steel.
Jawline locks
till I can't feel.
Knife in my knee
on every drop.
Still move clean.
Still don't stop.
Thin red lines
on both my arms.
City got claws.
I brought calm.
Bad men hide
behind masks and cash.
Clean hands sign.
Street boys crash.
Every tyrant
keeps upstairs.
Every poor kid
gets the dark stair.
No cape.
No crown.
No bright myth.
Just black gloves
and a short breath.
If evil lives
in a closed room.
I don't knock twice.
I move through.
Stack.
Hold.
Lean.
Read.
One.
Two.
Three.
Clear it.
CLEAR.
Threat map.
Heat map.
Mind map.
Ghost map.
Corner.
Closet.
Curtain.
Crack.
Floorboard.
Mirror.
Ceiling.
Back.
Radar pings
behind my eyes.
Red dots bloom
where silence lies.
One man moves.
One man waits.
One man counts
the exit gates.
Clear the fear.
Clear the flame.
Clear the face
that wears my name.
Clear the mouth
that wants to grin.
Clear the beast
that crawled within.
What if I turn
into what I hunt.
What if that door
only opens once.
What if the room
knows I want blood.
What if the calm
is the only plug.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
No rush.
No blur.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Last room breathes.
No lights on.
My own shadow
got armor on.
He says do it.
I say wait.
He says kill them.
I say fate.
He says blood
makes quiet real.
I say calm
keeps hands on steel.
He says let go.
I say line.
He says monster.
I say mine.
Then the door
opens slow.
Same dead eyes.
Same black soul.
I raise sight.
He raises too.
Both mouths whisper,
Watch and shoot.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
No rush.
No blur.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
One life.
No save.
Clear.
Move.
Clear.
Door one.
Breath gone.
Hall black.
Move on.
Last room.
Same face.
Still here.
No respawn.

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