quicksand

The Pretty Reckless

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
I'm 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 target, divine symmetry

Should I kiss the vip?r's fang
Or herald loud the death of man?
I'm sinking in th? quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

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

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