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