Outside the Gate Killing Joke

In the morning as I come around
Rub my eyes and look outside
Watching, absorbing the underworld
Reflections of a monstrous soul within
Power stations empower gains
This sickness called society
I have identified the forces behind
These changes that I see

I put on my mask
I walk down the path
I go through the arch
Outside the gate

I have walked black lava fields
Of the northern hemisphere
I have traveled through the Andes range
Across Pacific isles
There is no escaping the waking world
From that which is approaching us fast
Salvation is drawn from our childhood dreams
In lands of beauty untainted by cynicism

I put on my mask
I walk down the path
I go through the arch
Outside the gate