Under the Spell

We're going back to the start
 We're going back to the places that you want to be real
 We're going in to your dreams
 Is she an angel or misanthropy?
 You hate me cause I would die for you
 I would rename the stars in the sky for you
 I would walk a billion miles for you to break through
 Painted thoughts drip lubricious locks
 Aspirate while you articulate
 Vociferate your saccharine fate under the spell
 Under the spell
 Go back to the that place inside your mind
 The archetype shadows will confide
 Though your blind and twist awry and
 Keep living on standby
 When down is up and in between
 Is everything you've ever seen
 Then the queen can be so mean... yeah
 Across that ice through the Abyss
 A river and mountain exist
 The water quenches everything and makes real
 In that dream I often knew
 She was all and she was you
 Shatter that glass and walk right through the other side
 The other side
 Go back to the that place inside your mind
 The archetype shadows will confide
 Though your blind and twist awry and
 Keep living on standby
 When down is up and in between
 Is everything you've ever seen
 Then the queen can be so mean... yeah
 Go back to the that place inside your mind
 The archetype shadows will confide
 Though your blind and twist awry and
 Keep living on standby
 When down is up and in between
 Is everything you've ever seen
 Then the queen can be so mean... yeah