As madmen, some hung head down
 From a long dead tree
 Some discuss, all at once
 For no one to hear 

 Variations on emptiness
 Great themes on vain glory 

 And as some go feral in strange performances
 Dressing customs that are metaphors
 Of your disease
 Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto 

 Laughing, I feed you
 With meaningless games, tricks and philosophies
 Whose answers you would die for
 In your hunger to believe 

 How it does amuse Me
 And makes Me wonder
 For how long that it was Mine
 Because now it does really inflame Me 

 As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto 

 I am an angel who dresses in red
 Riding above you, etching fire rings
 I have learned to fly
 Don't you remember?
 While you still have [bad word] down
 From your long-dead tree 

 I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul
 Marvels and wild dreams can be yours
 I can teach you how iron turns to gold
 And how life can grow so old 

 But I am a demon who dresses in red
 And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto