Silently vanishing, then reappearing

Slipping away for a while

Start dematerializing before your eyes

Always a step from our grasp



At the turn of the century

Lived a Mr. Houdini

Shrouded in a mystery

He fooled all humanity

Why is it a mystery

The very thing that seems to me

Explains itself so easily

The love of wealth brings misery



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn



Chinese water torture cell

And metamorphosis

Jail escapes, buried alive

Walking through a solid wall



Suicide among the rich

Defies the laws of reason which

Tells us those who have it all

Must often answer to death's call



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us

Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us

Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth



"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless

which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the

utterly lost to whom life and death are equally jests,

there are matters of which no jest can be made."

(Quote from "The Masque Of The Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe)



Ever since I was a boy

I have always kept your laws

Now I want to follow you

Join you in your noble cause

Jesus turned to him and said

Sell all you have, give to the poor

The rich young ruler hung his head

Not to follow, walked instead