I'm closer to the Golden Dawn,
immersed in Crowley's uniform
of imagery.
I'm living in a silent film,
portraying Himmler's sacred realm
of dream reality.
I'm frightened by the total goal,
drawing to the ragged hole,
and I ain't got the power anymore,
no, I ain't got the power anymore.
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes,
living proof of Churchill's lies,
I'm destiny.
I'm torn between the light and dark,
Where others see their target's
divine symmetry.
Should I kiss the viper's fang
or herald loud the death of Man?
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts,
and I ain't got the power anymore.
Don't believe in yourself,
don't deceive with belief,
knowledge comes with death's release,
ah, ah.
I'm not a prophet or a stoneage man,
just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on.
I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien,
can't take my eyes from the great salvation
of bullshit faith.
If I don't explain what you ought to know,
you can tell me all about it,
on the next Bardot.
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts,
and I ain't got the power anymore.
Don't believe in yourself,
don't deceive with belief,
knowledge comes with death's release,
ah, ah.
Don't believe in yourself,
don't deceive with belief,
knowledge comes with death's release,
ah, ah.
