This gallery of shape-shifting souls
Has become a theater of the obvious
Token observations presented as
Extraordinary divine revelation
A parade of window-shopping prophets
Pointing, praying, "oooh, I want THAT one"
Stuck in a mold, how many don't know any better?
Confined to their emotions
It's All they've ever known
But that's all it takes to get your foot in the door
Of this funhouse mirror maze
Listen now to the laughter echoing against the glass
Lon Chaney guffaws at all who got lost
Hopelessly walking in circles
Hungry snakes chasing their tails
