Silently vanishing, then reappearing

Slipping away for a while

Start dematerializing before your eyes

Always a step from our grasp



At the turn of the century

Lived a Mr. Houdini

Shrouded in a mystery

He fooled all humanity



Why is it a mystery

The very thing that seems to me

Explains itself so easily

The love of wealth brings misery



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn



Chinese water torture cell

And metamorphosis

Jail escapes, buried alive

Walking through a solid wall



Suicide among the rich

Defies the laws of reason which

Tells us those who have it all

Must often answer to death's call



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us

Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth



Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us

Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth



"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless

which cannot be touched without emotion. Even

with the utterly lost to whom life and death are

equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can

be made"



Ever since I was a boy

I have always kept your laws

Now I want to follow you

Join you in your noble cause

Jesus turned to him and said

Sell all you have, give to the poor

The rich your ruler hung his head

Not to follow, walked instead



[Quote from The Masque Of The Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe]