Hall of Mirrors - Shadow Project

Woke from this dream without the pain

Perhaps a second look will bring me round again

I looked for you, I turned but

You were gone

Oh, I wish that you had come along

I wish you were here

I wish you were there

Oh, how I wish that you were anywhere at all

Here comes the son and I hope that you can see

The light does not pour out of me

You filled me up with cheap perfume

Cheaper pornography

But, I am not a servant to your royal master’s plea

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Reflect what you see

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Reject what you have been

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Reject what you have been

Now all your angels have wings

But they don’t deliver anything

Rekindling the flames of the fiery ring

Hell on earth is all they bring

Hell on earth is all they bring

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Walk down this hall of mirrors

Now all those wild cards they won’t turn your water into wine

Those bitter grapes die rotting, rotting on the vine