"As you surrender to the virginborn and as you bow in faithful devotion To the golden laws of manmade instinct We take [a long good] look in the crystal ball
And we see nothing but clouds In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection The planet’s own cradle of worms How can anyone ever thiumph?
What were you, what will you be? We can no longer tell If you ceased to exist Would we mourn or remember you?
Would we mourn? Could we remember? You lose now As if winning was your game... He who knows who have seen and have made Playground Deceit Imaginary love Shameless joy Ravishing grin Pointed finger Disdainful might