Quicksand

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
 [bad word] 
 Don't believe in yourself 
 Don't deceive with belief 
 [bad word]  with death's release 

 I'm not a prophet 
 or a stone age man 
 Just a mortal 
 with the 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word]