The electric harlequin is dancing, dancing
Twirling in a music box, leering in my mind
He sees all and I dream of him
I do not live, but reflect the ghost
The mirror has cracked, I'm falling...
All the demons in hell
All my nightmares have come to eat me
They lunge for me, wanting a piece of my flesh
As I fall endlessly down the shaft of shattered glass
Shredding my skin
My blood gleams on the black-white walls
And still the electric harlequin haunts me
He floats beside me, a bird of prey
Grinning at me
A rictus on his fleshless face
The death's mask of the ancient ghost
My nameless fear
The electric harlequin that dances, always dances
Twirling through my soul and dragging his bony fingers across my body
Across my mind
He rips, shreds, slashes, steals...
In pieces, I sink to the ground
As the dreamons approach my still corpse
My eyes stare at the sky
The mask of the electric harlequin is slowly removed...
The face beneath is mine.