Down the rabbit hole

We go

As the flames grow higherFor unbeliever

Making mushrooms out of men

′Til she turns us back again

To a face of solid gold

Solid gold

Sycophantic fawners

In double-quick time

The beginning at the end

'Til she turns us back again

First, she′ll pull your fingers off

And then, she'll pull your toes

And then, she'll steal the photos

From your phone

(But you won′t notice)

Our echo doesn′t hear us

Anymore

Hanging on a cloth edge

By its fingers

Making mushrooms out of men

That's okay, I guess

If you like this kinda, kinda thing

This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thing

These kinda mushrooms

These kinda ripples

These kinda ripples

These kinda thin thing, thin thing, thin thing

Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda thin, thin thing

Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda thin thing

Like this kinda thing

Like this kinda