Bohemian Grove - Drowning in the Roar of a Sinking World

Coiled in the lair of the beast we suck life dry.
Then we rise among the stars and soon we crumble
And fall like insects under the rain.
You want to know why we are smiling, though?
Because, what else can you do in this forlorn life
Other than pretend you are enjoying it?

Flesh burns the world, creation is no longer.
False idols, prophets of a new age.
Is the radiant beauty of decadence,
or a preset course laid for us by an omnipotent being
that leads to our genocide?

We are the beasts in our selves
And we crave for what is yet to come
Are we madmen longing for death
Or just yearning for salvation?
I seek neither but I hope in the end I'll find both.

In these times of grace we start to gaze
inside our emptiness that we've so long denied.
We are following this vagrant impulse to break our restraints...

... And see what lies behind our faint smiles.
We see through our past and childhood fears,
(deep into our mother's womb where we first died.)

Destined to drown in the roar of a sinking universe!