I declared, stuttered and fell short of what meant to say You've won this one Hopefully I'm transgressed I guess you're too busy to know obsolete But
inscribed in the ancient Coptic papyrus, The Pyramid's legacy compels me to these dark discoveries, The Theban guardian rises from its sandy tomb to
judgment can decide the fate that dreams make Feel me (softly) When your almond eyes close out the light Hear the voices in dark waves (the promised
course As the lord of our fort The ones with the platinum vocal chords We're the science of desire With a magical mic The monarch of the dark in the night