Lyrics

I live in a shadow mirror world
having enlisted in an army of fused glass soldiers
whose weapons of mass destruction were forged
from shards of a crystalline doll’s house
created by the ghosts of a master builder and his crew
The head, gabbing and leering, sends us out
his glassine tentacles
to gather up the enemy of the people
At night I lay down under burnt blood skies
tossing, turning, fighting
biting, kicking, scratching
wishing, wondering, wandering
in my dreams
to get back to you.