Crystal Chamber

Clinging vines with sharpened thorns will tear your skin

The gate is guarded by a dusky mannequin

Flowers bear their teeth and spit their acid scent at you

Lovers stir their silver hearts into the strangest brew

In the crystal chamber I can see

The hyperactive painter beckons me

Where are you going to

Where have you been

Come with me into my dreams

A mirror breaks and fragments form another scene

Shattered pictures of a world that might have been

Through the glass a river flows into an emerald sea

Dogs bark at the crescent moon that shines on incense trees

In the crystal chamber I can see

The hyperactive painter beckons me

Where are you going to

Where have you been

Come with me into my dreams

You step into the looking glass with thoughts of endless bliss

But what you thought was paradise becomes a dark abyss

In the crystal chamber I can see

The hyperactive painter beckons me

Where are you going to

Where have you been

Come with me into my dreams