I'm taking a walk through the chapel royalnI'm here every day as far as I can tellnIt's here where I come alive, the mirrors won't tell a lienI'm lookin' back at me, I'm lookin' back at mennI look at the wall and the others the samenWhen I ask, Who is God? something echoes my namenSo beautiful, chauvenistic, and vainnI call it true love, but you call me insanennThe Hall of MirrorsnHall of MirrorsnI come alivennI question the architect, Houdin MansartnI this hall is torn down, it will tear me apartnHe said, We'll add more mirrors.nI said, That's a good start, uh-huh.nnI look at my reflection and the others the samenWhen I ask, Who is God? something echoes my namenSo elegent, chauvenistic, and vainnI call it self-adored, but you still call me insanennHall of MirrorsnHall of MirrorsnnLa la la la lanLa la la lanLa la la la lanLa la la lan