Kamaskera The Mirror Burns

The glass is getting warmer where my fingers rest
Each room behind the surface holds a different guest
A version of forever caught in silver frame
And every door I opened feeds a different flame

I have been too many places
Worn too many faces

The mirror burns, the mirror burns
And every world I walked turns to light
The mirror burns, the mirror burns
Tonight I choose which fire survives the night

The hallway bends like fever, walls of molten glass
Each step I took reflected in a burning past
The geometries are folding, Escher lines grown thin
The smoke reveals the exit I could never find within

I have been too many versions
Lived too many diversions

The mirror burns, the mirror burns
And every world I walked turns to light
The mirror burns, the mirror burns
Tonight I choose which fire survives the night

Let the Victorian parlor crumble
Let the looking-glass world go
I have been the girl in every mirror
Now I watch the mirrors glow

The mirror burns, the mirror burns
And I am every flame and every ash
The mirror burns, the mirror burns
A thousand timelines breaking with the glass