Utopia

Broken mirror on the wall
 You give no reflection of me at all
 your wicked ways i won't understand intoxicating weaker men
 Rusting scissors in the drawer pull me closer to a life no more
 why am i so confused, unimpressed and unamused?
 No, something's not right
 Open your arms to the sky
 focus the light
 It's a combination of numbers
 oh and a set of missing keys
 I've been painting pictures but the colours disagree
 and bad things come in threes
 The wind is blowing
 I am falling through a hurricane
 as buildings tear up from the ground
 No way of knowing where I'm going
 circulating through the wildest night
 give in to these sudden urges for more
 Something's not right
 open your arms to the sky
 focus the light
 I've been, I've been painting pictures
 I can't, I just can't taste the freedom
 I've been, I've been painting pictures
 Stuck in a room full of voices
 Oh with nobody to be seen
 I can sense the danger as the colours now agree
 and the picture is obscene
 The wind is blowing
 I am falling through a hurricane
 as buildings tear up from the ground
 I can't, I just can't taste the freedom
 Ive been, I've been painting pictures
 Tempted and enticed I neglected Eden
 You know that I can't, I just can't taste the freedom
 Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy
 Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
 Total division, given destruction, synergy
 Double the vision now
 Give me devotion, total remission, remedy
 Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
 Total division, given destruction, synergy
 Give me devotion now
 Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy
 Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
 Total division, given destruction, synergy
 Double the vision now