Arthur Pope (spartanbard)

The Riddle (2009)

Lyrics

You wake up in a room with no windows
It's filled with all the things you fear
Feel darkness, doubt, and death, and the meaningless
All significance slips away from you

There's one way out
If you really want it
Know the door opens when you finally believe that it never will
By your hands

You wake up in a room with no doors
It's filled with all the things you love
One girl and one guitar and a thousand fun house mirrors pointed at you

There's one way out
If you really wanted out I'd tell you
But I honestly believe that you never will
Like I do

Or like the One in the riddle

Gaze through the looking glass
You'll see He is nearer
Now break from her eyes

Find fractures in glass
Reflections that cast a shattered cry

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