Locked in the darkness his purpose is clear
The tape running fast through the gears
Lost and forgotten it's his greatest fear
The lone obsolete engineer is here!

Infernal trappings of long distant age
The Luddites march on in a rage
On through the darkness their purpose is clear
The novice is guiding the seer, it's clear!

Algorithmic memories (fill the air)
Memory cells are coded (sit and stare)
Interfacing clouds (fill the brain)
Grotesque applications (kill the pain)

Programmed children stare at (vacant skies)
Pixilated landscapes (fill their eyes)
Cryptic messages sent out from (magazines)
Range guides soon arrive there (death machines)

Now your fate is resting in his hands
Victim of his vulgar lesson plans
Manumitted of this innocence
To a miracle of circumstance

Lust turns to avarice
Overwhelmed by cowardice
Sophomoric, indiscreet
In a violent trance

Overwhelming as it seems today
Inappropriate but who's to say?
Silent binding of authority
Good intention wrapped in irony

Blustering arrogance
Lost in pomp and circumstance
Guilty in just one glance
Never to be free

Mustering the strength to hold him back
Waiting for misfortune's whip to crack
Worth a lifetime of repressed desire
What you can't have only fans the fire.

Lust turns to avarice
Overwhelmed by cowardice
Sophomoric, indolence
In a violent trance

The season is ripe and free for killing technology
The seeds of revolution sewn
12 inches of overstock
Cleaned heads on the chopping block
This is where mind pollution's grown

And as your viruses are burning through shields
Corrupted firewall is turning the reels
The seeds of revolution sewn

They'll weld your eyes to a phone
And churning out one more drone
To free up space for one more mind
They'll try to conceal your fate
Too far but they just can't wait
To find the upgrade for your kind

And what works in your head works well in the field
Leaving a pornographic memory concealed
Big Brother's federation grows

I did my first job in Chicago
And took a razor to his eyes
And when he tried to struggle
It's difficult to juggle lies

It was a wedding in St. Louis
Where she was strangled with a tie
They tried their best to help her
But all just stood there hypnotized
An endless conversation, a faithless revelation dies

It's always gentle on my mind to say I'm not the killing kind
The phony accusations fly
The endless conversations that end in dissipation, why?
The photographs were no surprise

I'm not an agent for your pity
You're not the slave of my desires
I'm always drinking just to remember what I fought to hide
A faithless revelation, an endless conversation dies
The phony accusations, the painful salutations fly
A faithless revelation, why?

As I'm swimming through the atmosphere
a discontent's always brimming
Passed the age where I can fantasize
and disbelieve that I'm living
Always scared of death, so take a healthy breath

Fantastic altitudes and platitudes
of attitudes that I'm giving
Sharpened senses tell me this may be
the end of peacefully living
Like a monogram tattooed on my skin
Black balled by the law, Magic Hooligan!
Now the seeds are sewn I've bounced right through
the atmosphere where I'm living

As the ancient ways all fade to grays
in power plays that they're giving
Like an atom bomb underneath my skin
Crawling in he dirt, Magic Hooligan!
So it seems I'm just a casualty of
shattered dreams but I'm grinning

What night has cast upon these halls
Concealing faces in the walls
Portrayed against the grain of sight
Monstrosities that shine at night
Appendages that grow and spine
Vague forms that glow a ghastly shine
Alas unto my bed they crept
Where tangled limbs and organs slept

I try to make you understand
That there are forces in this universe
that you cannot comprehend
X-Rated beam is in my hand,
and when it's pointed at you
You'll change but you won't know when

Witness your parallel in time
For this is a more than senseless crime

I try and make you see the light
And when it's shining through you,
you'll burn into the next century
No need to count no need to find,
that such my learned friend
Abuses just feed technology

This is the animal inside
Resistance is always pacified
This is the end of all you know
To witness the one that steals the show

I try to make you understand
That there are forces in this universe
that you cannot comprehend
X-Rated demons in my hand,
and when it's pointed at you
You'll change but you won't know when

Witness your parallel in time
For this is a more than senseless crime
This is the end of all you know
A mutated animation grows!

This oblong box I owe my birth
Like I'm the last man on this earth
Another journey into fear
The cry of banshees getting clear
The mask of Red Death never weeps
And creeping while the city sleeps
Relaxing on a bed of nails
The mad magician never fails
Despite the ravages of time
The Tingler's creeping up my spine
The house of Usher's falling down
The Raven claws his thistled crown
And talks to spirits of the dead
The madman's diary has been read
These tales of terror never end
As Dr. Phibes rises again

Amidst the burned-out minds
Automatons and their mimes
Their ignorance is clear
The learning-curve's severe
The chasm's opened wide
The blind leading the blind
This generation's doomed
Sucked back into the womb

Programmed children stare with vacant minds
Pixilated landscapes fill their eyes
Interfacing clouds, binary brains
Grotesque applications numb the pain
Algorithmic memories fill the air
Girls with psychic implants in their hair
You can see it growing everywhere
Cryptic messages sent from coded brains
Memory cells are useless just the same
Thought you'd never come down from the trees
Range-Guides soon arrive on Death-Machines

As we rolled from the hill to a bridge by a quarry
Legends were born from this story
Painted men, once again, turning blue like the buried
Accounts of this story are varied
And the winds blew us right over the trees
And the ancestors returned on their knees

Rusty nails on the trails, burning boards in a fury
Smoldering insects did scurry
Smashing stones, digging bones
Where the unknown are buried
Accounts of this story are varied
And the boards started to smolder again
Burning bones over the insects and men

But then warriors don't age well as it seems
When they shower you with mortgages and dreams
Was it something that you found?
That made you turn around?
Knocked you off your throne, left me here alone
Tangled in the trees, and gave you their disease!