Glass steps hum under my feet
Flames curl up, the air tastes sweet
Walls bend, the floor tilts wide
Doors swing open, I step inside
I move, I climb
Through shifting halls and sliding time
I move, I climb
Toward a rhythm, a distant chime
Glass steps hum under my feet
Flames curl up, the air tastes sweet
Walls bend, the floor tilts wide
Doors swing open, I step inside
I move, I climb
Through shifting halls and sliding time
I move, I climb
Toward a rhythm, a distant chime

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