Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head 
Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead 
Your life style to me seemed so tragic 
With the thrill of it all 
You fooled all the people with magic 
You waited on Satan's call 

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure 
Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport 
Uncovering things that were sacred, 
manifest on this Earth 
Conceived in the eye of a secret 
And they scattered the afterbirth 

Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse 
Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course 
Approaching a time that is classic 
I hear maidens call 
Approaching a time that is drastic 
Standing with their backs to the wall 

Was it polemically sent 
l wanna know what you meant 
I wanna know 
I wanna know what you meant