I'm not happy when you're happy I'm not sad when you're sad But I do cry as I laugh When fortunes lips That you seek to kiss Prove to be the devil's ass
Circles within circles they stand Vulturous prophets, masters of man Shining ones, building Leviathan Weaving illusion, Ad nauseam
And when you tell Of your friends That all do so well It's just a listing Of horrid demons The dignitaries of hell!
Circles within circles they stand Vulturous prophets, masters of man Shining ones, building Leviathan Weaving illusion, Ad nauseam
Soaked in triviality Fools frown at me Corruptible serfs in trance All cold, all void inside Like zombies reeking From overdue suicides
Circles within circles they stand Vulturous prophets, masters of man Shining ones, building Leviathan Weaving illusion, Ad nauseam
Sedated by the porn Of a snuff reality Tucked in, in complacency The world is a deathbed for all holy In which Satan sweetly dreams In which Satan sweetly dreams