Arms made of clay
With a brow of hammered brass
Walking through a visage of mocking nightmares

House of long, lonely dusk
House of long, lonely dusk

Mirror tilts back and the aperture is opening
Lighting up the great processor

House of long, lonely dusk
House of long, lonely dusk

Ghost among ghosts - what a horror show
Nowhere to turn, you're paralyzed
Think back to the beginning
Who controls these dying husks
Spark the synapse and watch the collapse
You draw the breath that feeds this lapse
Make up your mind and watch the
Tree of lies burn