Last night I stole a secret
from a sleeping god
recipe for tyranny
the human world forgot

I learned about a potion
that places in your hand
the strings of fate and motion
of life to start and end

One drop drowns your memory
in the lake of loss
One drop sells your sanity
and nails you to the cross

It places seven splinters
in your open eyes
Turns the world around you
into thousand lies

It takes away your breathing
and blows it to the wind
along with your confession:
“Father, I have sinned”

One drop drowns your memory
In the lake of loss
One drop sells your sanity
And nails you to the cross

One drop bends you to my will,
My will and my demand
One drop – and the world stands still,
(And) Waits for [bad word]