Strange scents undetected.
Better hope that you're not resurrected.
'Cause this perspective is shifting
Faster than you can dream.

Strange sense undetected.
Better hope that you're not resurrected.
'Cause this perspective is shifting
Faster than you can dream. x3

Get to the core of the scene.

Welcome to the morning market built on fables.
Look at all the oddities spread out on the tables.
'Cause the dawn is breakin' and I'm just achin'
To figure out all these widgets I'm takin' in.


Pick up an urn, so cold that it burns,
In the dusty rays of the morning sun, you learn.
Hurled backwards in time
In your mind to a time
when mastodons were in their prime.
Snow swirls, ice age, step back, mistake.
Saber-tooth tooth-ache.

Wildly flying snow in a flurry,
Cold closes in, you begin to worry
You won't make it through today,
But the shopkeep comes and takes it all away....


Wander through the labyrinth
Feelin' like there's absynth
coursing through your blood
'Cause your mind is absent

Think you're on the brink, at the edge of escape.
But you blink, and the streetscape suddenly reshapes!

Wander past the locked boxes, contents unknown
Jars of swirling mixtures and suspended bones
Golden hookahs, swirling rugs, a lamp that shone.
Sign says that right there is a cursed throne.

Scarabs scuttle, then wail on the trombone.
Reality shutters, won't someone take me back home?!