[00:07.50]“So, what do we do here now?” said the prophet to the priest.
[00:20.13]“I see so much confusion now we bind them with belief.”
[00:24.06]“We take a little bit of honey, and put it out of reach.
[00:28.32]Grow fat upon their monies as we promise them relief.”
[00:32.31]Well Adam should have never took that apple from the tree.
[00:36.42]Knowledge bound and tight in chains of doubt and misery.
[00:39.93]Bet he wishes that he’d stayed at home and spent more time with Eve.
[00:44.25]Colors started bleeding from the palette of his dreams.
[00:55.80]So, Music Mephistopheles I summon you to sing for me,
[01:00.03]Call you across the endless sea through deserts of eternity.
[01:03.90]Said I would a weaver be, and spin in sound this tapestry.
[01:07.74]My moods become a melody; my music’s mirrors shades in me.
[01:11.67]Then fire splits the nada, glimpsed chance dancing in shadow.
[01:15.21]“Spirit, tell me where this boat goes, for I don’t know. Am I wasting all my time?”
[01:27.45]A shadow broke the circle and a stranger took my hand.
[01:30.99]And placed one palm in the ocean and the other in the sand.
[01:35.34]A cold, dead planet raced between a dancing moon and sun.
[01:39.12]Kaleidoscopes of consciousness they flicker then are gone.
[01:42.99]You pretty little people just the wood the fire burns.
[01:47.31]As ashes are to ashes, so to dust we shall return.
[01:59.07]A businessman awakens and puts on his suit and tie.
[02:03.12]Leaves the house in darkness for the 7:25,
[02:05.43]And then he glimpses in the windows rows of tired, hollow eyes.
[02:10.80]Rubs his own and wonders, “What has happened to my life?”
[02:14.70]The Director’s in the counting house counting what he’s got,
[02:18.03]Besides a single plastic flower in a plastic flowerpot.
[02:22.08]And his fat fingers snap his coins in little towers on his desk.
[02:26.34]“Going to brand them all like cattle put our logos on their chests.”
[02:30.39]What do you think I see now when I’m looking at our lives?
[02:34.35]Little ****ing money puppets dancing in a line.
[02:45.51]I hear a newborn baby screaming and a lonely widow sigh.
[02:50.04]See people needing people like the spider needs the fly.
[02:53.82]A silent moonbeam passing through a broken windowpane.
[02:57.90]Desire sends you dancing like a moth into the flame.
[03:01.35]And that sweet mistress ****ing just ain’t treating me the same.
[03:05.28]I used to meet the gaze of strangers once, now I look away.
[03:09.72]Round me runs the traffic, and above me thunder trains.
[03:13.59]Sun don’t shine in London town it only seems to rain.
[03:25.47]Lightning struck the tower and the stars began to fall.
[03:29.46]Wrote my name in fire with my finger on the wall.
[03:33.57]Call you by celebrity, by magazines, and MTV.
[03:37.83]Bind you in their company.
[03:39.99]Summon you to sing for me.

“So, what do we do here now?” said the prophet to the priest.
“I see so much confusion now we bind them with belief.”
“We take a little bit of honey, and put it out of reach.
Grow fat upon their monies as we promise them relief.”
Well Adam should have never took that apple from the tree.
Knowledge bound and tight in chains of doubt and misery.
Bet he wishes that he’d stayed at home and spent more time with Eve.
Colors started bleeding from the palette of his dreams.
So, Music Mephistopheles I summon you to sing for me,
Call you across the endless sea through deserts of eternity.
Said I would a weaver be, and spin in sound this tapestry.
My moods become a melody; my music’s mirrors shades in me.
Then fire splits the nada, glimpsed chance dancing in shadow.
“Spirit, tell me where this boat goes, for I don’t know. Am I wasting all my time?”
A shadow broke the circle and a stranger took my hand.
And placed one palm in the ocean and the other in the sand.
A cold, dead planet raced between a dancing moon and sun.
Kaleidoscopes of consciousness they flicker then are gone.
You pretty little people just the wood the fire burns.
As ashes are to ashes, so to dust we shall return.
A businessman awakens and puts on his suit and tie.
Leaves the house in darkness for the 7:25,
And then he glimpses in the windows rows of tired, hollow eyes.
Rubs his own and wonders, “What has happened to my life?”
The Director’s in the counting house counting what he’s got,
Besides a single plastic flower in a plastic flowerpot.
And his fat fingers snap his coins in little towers on his desk.
“Going to brand them all like cattle put our logos on their chests.”
What do you think I see now when I’m looking at our lives?
Little ****ing money puppets dancing in a line.
I hear a newborn baby screaming and a lonely widow sigh.
See people needing people like the spider needs the fly.
A silent moonbeam passing through a broken windowpane.
Desire sends you dancing like a moth into the flame.
And that sweet mistress ****ing just ain’t treating me the same.
I used to meet the gaze of strangers once, now I look away.
Round me runs the traffic, and above me thunder trains.
Sun don’t shine in London town it only seems to rain.
Lightning struck the tower and the stars began to fall.
Wrote my name in fire with my finger on the wall.
Call you by celebrity, by magazines, and MTV.
Bind you in their company.
Summon you to sing for me.