Silently vanishing, then reappearing  Slipping away for a while  Start dematerializing before your eyes  Always a step from our grasp    At the turn of the century  Live a Mr. Houdini  Shrouded in a mystery  He fooled all humanity  Why is it a mystery  The very thing that seems to me  Explains itself so easily  The love of wealth brings misery    Things we acquire means fuel for the fire  The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn  Things we acquire means fuel for the fire  The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn    Chinese water torture cell  And metamorphosis  Jail escapes, buried alive  Walking through a solid wall    Suicide among the rich  Defies the laws of reason which  Tells us those who have it all  Must often answer to death's call    Things we acquire means fuel for the fire  The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn  Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us  Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth    Things we acquire means fuel for the fire  The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn  Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us  Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth    @SONG: "There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless  which cannot be touched without emotion. Even  with the utterly lost to whom life and death are  equally jests, there are matters of which no just can  be made."    Ever since I was a boy  I have always kept your laws  Now I want to follow you  Join you in your noble cause  Jesus turned to him and said  Sell all you have, give to the poor  The rich young ruler hung his head  Not to follow, walked instead    -Quote from _The Masque Of The Red Death_ by Edgar Allan Poe