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 and power games
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 Blkac lava fields
Of the northern hemisphere
I have traveled the Andes range
Across Pacific isles
There is no escape in 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
He invokes entities vast and mindless
We shall taste unimaginable joys
A thousand times greater than these
And when the stars assume their rightful place
Man liberates a mindless race
Morals and laws shall be thrown aside
Tap the millennial flame with pride
Gaze with wonder, embrace your fate
A madman looks outside the gate
I put on my mask
I walk down the path
I go through the arch
I close the gate

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