In the purple room, through the smoke, you see a light
With a shadow cast, your eyes fill with fright
The smoke slowly clears, I'm in clear view
A giant purple hand goes and shoots right out of you
It grabs the chains, holding you downSnaps them, breaks them, thrown to the ground
Step through the mirror to get back to your material world
The hand goes back into your head, making it spin and twirl
Your dizzy, short breath, going to pass out
What just happened? You begin to doubt
Don't fret, don't worry, you get back to work
But the hand in your head is about to lurk
You do what you love, but your not getting any better
The skills all mastered, on the subject you are lettered
All the things you know, you have secrets rarely found
You could help others but sharing, but the message would get around
Then you'd lose the advantage you hold over others
This knowledge is the only thing making you better than those in the gutters
Your chains are broken, you've found freedom
Those stuck in competition, you don't need them
The hand reaches out, alters reality
Moving a pen on your desk that you see
Goes across the room, right to your hand
How did this happen? I'll make you understand
An ability we all have at birth
One granted when the energy is mastered
When you become the best of the best
Your chains removed and shackle up the rest
Of those trying to beat you at what you can't beat
The mirror giving you power, not allowing you to fall in defeat
Controlling natural energies with your mind's third eye
Such things disappear every time you cry
Stoic, apathy, and pendulums
Teach you how to use the power of the Woodlums
Your chains thrown on by you and others putting them there
Cast off when you meet full potential and when you stair
And the eye controls the hand, granting you unlimited power
Your mind gets stronger, growing taller than a tower
And an hourglass, grains falling slowly
Only you truly control the speed
The situations you get in, you're how you got there
Everything that could shatter the glass, it's all fair
You mind controls everything, your hand just puts it in motion
Only you and your chains keep you from becoming a commotion
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
©An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
All of your ethics, personal view on right and wrong
Every act you commit on either side is never truly gone
It echoes throughout your life
The very thing holding you back can aim you for strife
Use situations to your advantage and stand your ground
Push forward to a new stage where to happiness you are bound
Making observations of your surroundings, taking in every detail
Then the box gives you the power comparable to throwing a train off the rail
Imaginary mathematic, thrown off and erratic
Listen to the words and the metaphors or get lost in the static
What is it I'm telling you? Do your ears pick up every clue?
Every murder story I've told, did you decipher the truth?
The messages, the secrets, what I'm teaching
Hidden in the beat, to your mind it should be reaching
Now listen to the chorus, the message is before us
Ignore your lust because to get behind the mirror is a must
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
A decision made, water drips on the mirror
A ripple formed, spreading, getting nearer
Closer, looking like water, and from what you infer
Like a lure, but no disaster, even though it gets louder
Starts to echo, the sound of a drip
Concentrate so hard, blood falls from your lip
From you biting down from your deep thoughts
But best not cry or rust the hinges of the box
Though your head is thumping, you fear not
Because into your brain is all that you sought
And you don't exercise your right to fight
And at night, you see a light, and you try with all your might
To look away, but your going to stay
And keep your focus, your dreams getting eaten by a locus
But that won't stand in the way, but best not delay
To complete your dream is your mission so you destroy all opposition
Dressed in all black, meditation, incense, drawing mystical energy
Candles on the floor, next to the box, but what's the key?
The candles rely on you to make a fume
And a flame, in their own little room
To light the passage, a frame to the mirror, made of silver
To represent the equality that we stand for, regardless of if you're a him or her
Why that color? Because it's the one the locus doesn't accept
They're always filled with hate and war, wanting to dissect
You because you're a little different.
That's death, that's what they meant
So this is another mystery stuck in rhyme
Figure it out and Earth will be more than fine
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
© An echo from the ripple cast by the mirror
Personal chains, metallic box, no need to fear or
Lose control, minds third eye, candle lit room
Master your skill, and unravel the mystery or face your doom©
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