House full of angled mirrors Navigate as forms bend shift and change Stretched thin, cracked glass reflection Sent back from which you once remained Unable to decipher Traits and facets- funhouse antics Oaths and shadows lead way to stagnance Not so fun now, constant imbalance I'm found and lost, distorted and shaped In vision and action, we can not escape I'm crawling my way back to you, my love From the depths of this bottomless pit Enveloped by every obstacle Seeking level ground that does not exist Night shades have burned down before my very eyes The carnival has passed and left With every empty night in my heart and soul I have contended with every last breath Restless hand grenade With a penchant for being used Complicated, albeit atropheied Bearing salt for endless wounds I'm crawling my way back to you, my love From the depths of this bottomless pit Enveloped by every obstacle Seeking level ground that does not exist Night shades have burned down before my very eyes The carnival has passed and left With every empty night in my heart and soul I have contended with every last breath I'm crawling my way back to you, my love From the depths of this bottomless pit Enveloped by every obstacle Seeking level ground that does not exist