Texty

The diamond that was stolen held the code that melted water into letters Spelling where it had been taken to In fact, I had a vision of the numbers corresponding with the letters T-H-E-D-I-A-M-O-N-D Suspended like a prism splitting floodlight to poles of primary colors Clawing the veil of the vacuum There's a picture of this given to authorities The sentence "I'm an architect and here's my prison" written on it Schematics so meticulous the measurements of superimpositions of a room within the window Make a dream that ends up being such an entity In your reflection, you are the dream to it You are in the prism The mirrors in the corner throwing images against the other mirrors Made counting corners impossible The breaking news had counted 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11 corners of the mirrored corners Why have you done what you have done Something is so sinister when staring at the diamond Something you have done, so sinister Why have you done this, am I in the mirror Am I what you have been staring at Am I Diamond? Just like a reflection of a friend of mine I am a reflection of an enemy Am I a reflection of an enemy? Just like a reflection of a friend of mine
Writer(s): Tyondai Braxton, David Konopka, John D Jr Stanier, Ian Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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