It's a house with no floors
Door torn loose from creaking hinges
Stand at the threshold
Between what I've made my own and what's been set for me
Liminality
Sense of self's a paradox, a paradigm
Hanging dream of a twisted spire
It's a rite of passage, or so they say
An exploration of the space between
The space between, the space between, the space between
Give it up
(It's) who you once were
Masquerade
As who you once were
Ambiguity
Ambivalent, but fitful dreams (caught in slumber)
Pedagogy
Visionaries count the steps between (the seed and lumber)
Remove and kill the mind of one
Forge anew, forget you knew
All the words in all the worst of remedies
Clinging to the elegies and memories and melodies
Give it up
Who you once were
Masquerade
As who you once were
Give it up (and I don't know)
Who you once were (and I don't know)
Masquerade (and I don't know)
As who you once were (and I don't know)