Quicksand (Live at the Phoenix Festival, Long Marston, 20th July, 1997)

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
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
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
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes in death's release
Ah-oh-oh-oh
Ah-oh-oh-oh, oh

I'm not a prophet or a stone-age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith

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 thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes in death's release
Ah-oh-oh-oh
Ah-oh-oh-oh, oh

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes in death's release
Ah-oh-oh-oh
Ah-oh-oh-oh, oh

(Thank you! Good evening, welcome to the Phoenix ...)