Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I was in a hotel like an ocean wave with impossible mirrors
on the elevator there was a mansion on a mountain with wheels
it spoke like a desert that just walked out of another dimension
the door opens and closes and the strange dream gets off
and another one enters like a hallucination high as a kite
I'm on this ride for the trip I'm on to the room on the top floor
no matter who or what gets on I just push the button with the number
some head hunters get on the last floor and stand around me
and I listen to their conversation, even I don't understand a word
one head with a bone through her nose smiles at me like a hyena
I turn and look at another hunter of heads and return the smile
the other one puts the smile in a bag he was carrying like a fish bowl
the elevator door opens and the crew piles out like a bunch of drunks
it seems like I have been going up for a few centuries, I push more buttons
I see the floors going by like lights on the other side of eternity, more numbers
the door opens and a naked woman gets on and she appears to be asleep
I don't want to wake her up on her sleep ride to the next destination
I begin to realize that i have been going up for much longer then there are floors

No comment on this except I like your elevator ride. I'm just taking it all in.