The diamond that was stolen held the code that melted
Water into letters spelling, where it had been taken to
In fact, I had a vision of the numbers
Corresponding with the letters, T H E D I A M O N D

They're suspended like a prism splitting floodlight
To poles of primary colors clawing the veil of the vacuum
There's a picture of this given to authorities, the sentence
"I'm an architect and here's my prison" written on it

With schematics so meticulous the measurements
Of super-impositions of a room within the window
Make a dream that ends up being such an entity in your
Reflection, you are the dream to it, you are the prism

The mirrors in the corner throwing images
Against the other mirrors made counting corners impossible
The breaking news had counted one, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven corners of the mirrored corners

Why have you done? What you have done something
Is so sinister when staring at the diamond something
You have done sinister why have you done this am I in the mirror?
Am I what you have been staring at, am I a diamond?

Just like a reflection of a friend of mine
I am a reflection of an enemy, am I a reflection of an enemy
Just like a reflection of a friend of mine?

Copyright: WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Writer(s): DAVID KONOPKA, IAN WILLIAMS, JOHN D JR STANIER, TYONDAI BRAXTON