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