Fragments of a trapdoor world
A mystery bird
The song he sings of the absurd

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

Corridors with endless doors
Each door hides something new
A secret or two

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

A kiss from the abyss
I'm awake,
Mind twisting like a snake
Please remember all of this
But only fragments remain
Always the same

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror