I’m closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley’s uniform of imagery I’m living in a silent film Portraying Himmler’s sacred realm of dream reality I’m frightened by the total goal Drawing to the ragged hole And I ain’t got the power anymore No I ain’t got the power anymore I’m the twisted name on Garbo’s eyes Living proof of Churchill’s lies – I’m destiny I’m torn between the light and dark Where others see their target divine symmetry Should I kiss the viper’s fang Or herald loud the death of Man I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts And I ain’t got the power anymore Don’t believe in yourself Don’t deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death’s release. Ah. Ah. I’m not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with the potential of a superman, I’m living on I’m tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can’t take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith If I don’t explain what you ought to know You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain’t got the power anymore Bowie schreef deze … Meer lezen over Cor Hendriks – David Bowie’s drijfzand (Quicksand)