This is the twilight, my friend. The velvet curtain descends on the room. We danced in the fever... But the fever broke in the gloom. I watch you pack the silver and the glass, Shadows moving through the looking glass. The river of time has swallowed our bed. A crown of thorns on a beautiful head. You said you needed the sun to survive... But you buried the only thing keeping us alive. Wander the desert, walk through the door. I won't be your sanctuary anymore. I walked down the hallway... The walls were breathing. I saw a snake made of memories, coiling around the stairs. It whispered your name. I stepped on its head. The poison is gone now. The house is empty. The mirrors are blind. Leave... just leave. Burn the pictures in the yard! Let the smoke eclipse the stars! We are free from the twisted dream! Wash it away in the endless stream! Wash it away! Wash it away! It is over. The fever is gone. Into the blue... Into the dawn
