Broken mirror on the wall

You give no reflection of me at all

your wicked ways i won't understand intoxicating weaker men

Rusting scissors in the drawer pull me closer to a life no more

why am i so confused, unimpressed and unamused?

No, something's not right

Open your arms to the sky

focus the light

It's a combination of numbers

oh and a set of missing keys

I've been painting pictures but the colours disagree

and bad things come in threes

The wind is blowing

I am falling through a hurricane

as buildings tear up from the ground

No way of knowing where I'm going

circulating through the wildest night

give in to these sudden urges for more

Something's not right

open your arms to the sky

focus the light

I've been, I've been painting pictures

I can't, I just can't taste the freedom

I've been, I've been painting pictures

Stuck in a room full of voices

Oh with nobody to be seen

I can sense the danger as the colours now agree

and the picture is obscene

The wind is blowing

I am falling through a hurricane

as buildings tear up from the ground

I can't, I just can't taste the freedom

Ive been, I've been painting pictures

Tempted and enticed I neglected Eden

You know that I can't, I just can't taste the freedom

Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy

Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery

Total division, given destruction, synergy

Double the vision now

Give me devotion, total remission, remedy

Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery

Total division, given destruction, synergy

Give me devotion now

Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy

Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery

Total division, given destruction, synergy

Double the vision now