Quicksand

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 targets, divine symmetry

Should I kiss the viper's fang?

Or herald loud the death of Man

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought

And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief

Knowledge comes with death's release

Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah

I'm not a prophet or a stone-age man

Just a mortal with the 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 Bardo

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought

And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief

Knowledge comes with death's release

Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah

Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief

Knowledge comes with death's release

Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah