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The Room’s the answer, and time is the cancer,
watch the dancer, for twenty-five years.
Get down on your knees under the sycamore leaves,
through the circle of trees, into the circle of fears.
Step in…slide down
We wanna hold you, control you
turn you inside and out.
Have a seat…and hold on,
Take you to the edge of light…
Into the Red Room.
Shadows and dreams and a white-eyed scream,
It’s not what it seems, not that at all.
Follow the lines, they lead between time,
it’s all in your mind, it’s down the hall.
Alive or dead, it’s all been said,
spelled out in blue thread, written in prose.
One armed seer’s, an answer in mirrors,
all leads to the Red Room, so enjoy the show.
Step in…slide down
We want to meet you, mistreat you
turn you inside and out.
Have a seat…and hold on,
Take you to the edge of light…
Into the Red Room.
running at night, with a mystical fright,
to the Red Room’s light, what a beautiful sight,
to the Red Room’s shame I saw the blame,
didn’t want any more after seeing the store,
after seeing their pain, after seeing their sorrow
after dying tomorrow…,
and then there they were…
and so you so saw the dancers room,
where the future holds the hand of past,
did you ever think that the taste of the drink…
would be your last
Winter snows as the red curtains close,
so ends all shows that you thought you could see.
Now sleep in your grave, one soul I can’t save,
two worlds that won’t meet
fire walk with me.
