we come from a land of mystery
our tracks obscured by history
a long tradition of infidelity lost
lost lost lost

we keep moving along
until the moment is gone

when we die we return to earth
our atoms scatter, our souls disperse
it's only matter that rides in the hearse

born of fire, wind and ice
we greet the earth and we're here to entice
we'll be your savior, your secret vice
arm-in-arm we'll dance through the night

we'll be your savior
your secret vice