| As you surrender to the virgin born | |
| And as you bow in faithful devotion | |
| To the golden laws of manmade instinct | |
| We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball | |
| And there we see nothing but clouds | |
| In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection | |
| The planet's own cradle of worms | |
| How can anyone ever triumph? | |
| What were you, what will you be? | |
| We can no longer tell | |
| If you ceased to exist | |
| Would we mourn or remember you? | |
| World playground deceit | |
| Would we mourn? | |
| Could we remember? | |
| You lose now | |
| As if winning | |
| Was your game... | |
| He who knows | |
| Who have seen | |
| And have made | |
| Playground deceit | |
| Imaginary love | |
| Shameless joy | |
| Ravishing grin | |
| Pointed finger | |
| Disdainful might | |
| We turn away | |
| No longer caring | |
| As you surrender to the virgin born | |
| And as you bow in faithful devotion | |
| To the golden laws of manmade instinct | |
| We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball | |
| And there we see nothing but clouds | |
| In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection | |
| The planet's own cradle of worms | |
| How can anyone ever triumph? | |
| World playground deceit |