Diary From a House Full Of Mirrors Lyrics

I was raised in a devilish basement

Beneath a bleached white house full of mirrors

I was trained in the art of illusion

And learned why true love disappears

The infinite halls of reflection

Showing multiple views of my mind

With red neon lights on the ceiling

And nowhere for dreams to unwind

I panicked the first time I wandered

From room to strange windowless room

My mind in a circle of madness

My heart like a corpse in a tomb

For thirty-three years I was hanging

From the attic by sanity's thread

Until on my thirty-fourth birthday

A stranger drilled into my head.

I swore that I found just one window

With a view of the red morning sun

With a shadow, green grass, and a sparrow

Blue skies and a promise of fun

The stranger was scented with poison

The poison was ancient perfume

She was here for awhile

With her I'll draw you in smile

Until she left with the man in the moon

While what I mistook for a window

Was a mirror at the back of a shelf

And what I mistook for a vision

Was a fantasy trapped in myself

The one I mistook for a stranger

Was someone that I always knew

Who happened to touch something inside too much

Something too black to be blue

And so I took myself back to the basement

The place where this madness began

Cancelled my thoughts for the evening

And started to work on my tan

I read in the holiest book once

That it's blessed to be meek and mild

It's an eye for an eye and one more piece of pie

Before you go search for the child

He was raised in a devilish basement

Beneath a bleached white house full of mirrors

He was trained in the art of illusion

And then he learned why true love disappears

He learned why true love disappears