The Theatre Psychedelia

You whimper sounds of symphonies
Chemical beasts
Illuminations of pretence
The scale of darkness down our feet
Words cannot bleed
I'll be waiting till the end

There's evil in your heart
Come play with me tonight

Wall of walls insists
What inspired me to go?
Want to feel like this?
Well, I think I'm left with crave
I am brave
In the Theatre Psychedelia

Emotions pour from wooden dolls
Eyes black as soul
They are hanging up our graves
The motion of my crystal ball
Curtains will fall
Lick my tears from scene within

Down with existence now
Burn up into the sky

Wall of walls insists
What inspired me to go?
Want to feel like this?
Well, I think I'm left with crave
I am brave
In the Theatre Psychedelia

Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah

Wall of walls insists
What inspired me to go?
Want to feel like this?
Well, I think I'm left with crave (crave)
I am brave (brave)
In the Theatre Psychedelia

(And the raven; never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted; nevermore)