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 gla** 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 gla** 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