The Mirror Door lyrics

Inside the mirror, there is a door It’s round and black, and it grows and grows Clawing at the frame, the ground feels soft Uninhabited bodies in the circular void Houses filled with holes to fall through Houses filled with homeless memories I undress my skin, from its shellac forceful kiss I can move amongst the crowds Like the wind between the forest canopy Say that I’m real I undress my skin Say that I’m real I undress my skin I’m just an echo rustling the foliage