Quicksand Seal

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
But 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
I'm 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
'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
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh