From The Shadows - Tarot

Prayer ain’t no key

Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind

Never meant to make you free

Prayer, insanity

You compete for the never complete

And it just won’t make you see

Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations

More down there where they came from

Drunken revelations

From the shadows of time

The dead are singing their lies

Their dirt is in your eyes

No one who believes dies

From the shadows of stones

Laughter of their rattling bones

Their dirt will cover your eyes

No one who believes dies

Prayer, masked devilry

Under the yoke of a cosmic joke

And you just can’t let it be

Pick your god…

From the shadows…