Strike the match
Write it as my epitath
dance in heaven
and never come back

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

I made a star
I made it alive
he is everywhere you are
You cannot die

As I know
death is an illusion
You have one soul
You dance on the ocean

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

Join the circle
Come get it out
Pay your homage
To the one all about

As I see
Through the darkness
and sail on the sea
With his tender caress

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

The beautiful creatures
With the beautiful features
Who've been condemned and used
Since of the beginning of the ruse

Oh star child
You who run wild
come dance awhile
with me and everyone

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

The sound of the owl
The glistening of the star sky
The sensual world and its howl
With my dog mask I howl for you

As I view
The girls dancing
Around the fire
Filled with desire

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl

Obedient slave you must behave
From the beginning to the end
and back to zero again
they wish to control you here
and even follow you into the grave
engulf you with fear
so you will behave.

You think you're free
Yet the chains print the name in you
You're branded as a slave
Part of a slave race
Like cattle to the market
The Controls of religion and politics
Have you in their grip.

To the spirits I come
Away from the flesh of existence
And know everything I am
Exist somewhere in another form
although that form is conscious
It is not really human

To the shadows I form
and know this shadow is merely me
Using another anatomy
lurking behind the door
Until you can't see me no more
I exist as darkness and give it meaning

To the light I go
The only light I'll ever know
That gives my soul existence
and my spirit soon follows
away from this rotting corpse
This corpse we think is ourselves

we are the earth
born from the stars
we are stardust
but much more we are

we inherited nature
we're not made for the city
we left our first love
to become humanless and ugly not pretty

We are the egomania animal
we think we're so important, the center of everything
and were really just another mammal
Maybe everything's special in the bigger picture of things

we are cruel and merciful
We know how to consciously invoke terror
and we know how to consciously invoke compassion
We are both sides, evil and good, full of life and passions

She likes mushrooms
I like red things
The smell of perfume
On the love vein

i like her colors
I like her smell
She like no other
With her I dwell

In a sultry place
Salt and taste
Every inch of skin
A deadly sin

Like the cobra
with the venom
She as deadly
I go flaccid and numb

Hope I will break away
From the darkness of the days
Hope that peace will engulf me
And to this world of extremes
I can tell it Im not wanted here
I was never made to be

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel

God you are the light
The universal love of my life
In you there is no darkness
No hate, no pain, no hell in flames
No need to torture anyone
Made free via the son

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel

All the trials that we have
Will not mean anything in the end
Life can be so bad
I wont make it seem like a friend
So many struggle and fight
So many hope for a glimpse of light

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel