all my friends think I'm gonna get out of my head
if I don't stop the maelstrom that gulps me instead
there's a riddance of bale when I look to the west
I can see the welkin clad at its best
how could I ever guess I was taught to detest!
furthermore this ol' qabalah lore is a pinch
it's so strange

on tenterhooks I have suffered alone with my fear
no pubescence amidst essence is for real
all the dreams I have used and the books I perused
are forgotten somewhere all for a truce
how could I ever guess it was nothing but blues!

and now it's so quintessential (it's so grotesque)
and I will stick down to essentials (so picturesque)
it's the eleventh dimension (it's a burlesque)
I hope you get it right now (uuuhhh uuuhhh)
there's no one to make a bow (uuuhhh uuuhhh)

another bilk lord of illusion (it's so grotesque)
prepare your hinder ammunition (so picturesque)
he's gonna steal all you got (it's a burlesque)
and maybe more for the lot (uuuhhh uuuhhh)
you are the last he has caught (uuuhhh uuuhhh)