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