Mercury Masquerade

In my home, the walls are sugar cane
And no one dares come near for the roof shakes.
But, when you enter you become weightless
To everything outside.
This is where I’ll hide
When the sky turns into ice.
It sits not a meter above the river
That everyone is blind to where it ends.
But, dip your hands in the cool, black leather
Adorn your self-divide.
This is where I’ll hide
When the sky turns into ice.
But you could share the barrenness of this white paint.
And you could share the wooden chair that I built for me.
There’s nothing here but acceptance now.
Everyone’s the same.
You’re free to wear the gilded mask
Of the mercury masquerade.
In my house, I have but one request.
Share with me the fire upon your breast.
The scorn you’ve earned from your time spent abroad.
I’ve so little inside.
This is where I’ll hide
When the sky turns into ice.
No crust of bread may give me vice.
A tin of fire will do just fine.
Drink with me, the music here is mine;
A much simpler design.
This is where I’ll hide
When the sky turns into ice.
But you could share the barrenness of this white paint.
And you could share the wooden chair that I built for me.
There’s nothing here but acceptance now.
Everyone’s the same.
You’re free to wear the gilded mask
Of the mercury masquerade.
I have but one door for a reason.
And no windows for me to let the breeze in.
No need for lock and key, no worries for me;
I will not sleep tonight.
This is where I’ll hide
When the sky turns into ice.