I'm closer to the golden dawn

Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery

I'm living in a slient film

Portraying Himler's sacred realm of dream reality

I'm frightened by the total goal

But drawing to the ragged hole

And I ain't go the power any more

No, I ain't go the power any mor



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

While others see their targets divine symmetry

Oh... should I kiss the viper's fang

Or herald loud the death of man

'Cause 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



Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Oh

Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Ohh Oh



I'm not a prophet or a stone age man

Just a mortal with the potential of a superman, and I'm living on

I'm tethered to the logic of Homosapien

Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith

Oh if I don't explain what you ought to know

You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo

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



Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Oh

Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Ohh Oh



Don't believe in yourself

Don't deceive with belief

Knowledge comes with death's release



Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Oh

Ohhh Ohh Ohhh Ohh