i'm the abstract prince of glass and satin from the plastic dreams that can never happen my timeless energy can never diminish and yesterday's dream you will never get to finish
so don't try to touch me there's nothing you can feel don't try to see me i am nothing that is real imagination's void is the birthplace of my teachings the backstreets of your mind are where i do my preachings
you're clinging to the bootstraps of humanity you're winding through the backdoor of insanity democracy is useless to your feeble mind and communism grows but it can never find a way to make you understand-and-and-and
i feed on humanity and more elastic blessings i sleep under torches and under battle dressings i don't believe in god his words are all in vain his hands are made of rubber and his face is cellophane
from the beginning of time you told me that i'm wrong then why for all these centuries have you played my song you won't admit that you're addicted to what i say is right you tell me that i'm senseless but still you have to fight
you're clinging to the bootstraps of humanity you're winding through the backdoor of insanity democracy is useless to your feeble mind and communism grows but it can never find a way to make you understand-and-and-and
i order you to follow me you needn't fear no more because you really love me because my name is war