As madmen, some hung head down From a long dead tree Some discuss, all at once For no one to hear
Variations on emptiness Great themes on vain glory
And as some go feral in strange performances Dressing customs that are metaphors Of your disease Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto
Laughing, I feed you With meaningless games, tricks and philosophies Whose answers you would die for In your hunger to believe
How it does amuse Me And makes Me wonder For how long that it was Mine Because now it does really inflame Me
As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto
I am an angel who dresses in red Riding above you, etching fire rings I have learned to fly Don`t you remember? While you still have not come down From your long-dead tree
I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul Marvels and wild dreams can be yours I can teach you how iron turns to gold And how life can grow so old
But I am a demon who dresses in red And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto
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