NATIVE SON

Originally, before the appearance of Man
Lucifer was my name
The Bearer of Light ...
Son of the Morning

But I wouldn't bow down to Adam
Now they call me Satan
I'm supposed to have fallen
But I think they're mistaken

Processing mythology beyond belief
It gets deeper and deeper
Every time that we fall asleep

I figured something out
No need to scream or shout
Sending out unconscious vibrations
From within - without sulking and bitching
There's no need to pout

Sure, Adam founded the culture of smut
But our Roots go deeper,
Who could be impressed with King Tut?
Only Washington D.C. and a corporate slut

Something primordial seeing through these eyes
Seeing through farces, seeing through the disguise

You can't kill the truth
Who cares who we offend?
Chop off our heads,
The End's not The End

Asking myself, "Who am I? What is me?"
I reach deeper into mythology
Supernatural psychology
And all that's revealed
In our ancestors' stories

We could be the Second Coming of Christ
Or maybe, perhaps, a legion of antichrists
Either one will suffice

Whichever, whatever, we're in this together
Do what you will, but don't mind the weather
Watch the signs, feel the winds
Take a look within and - pause - because

We've done the homework that was to be done
I'm Taker Prison's Native Son
The end of their reign has clearly begun
It's the Great Purification
Not Armageddon

We are the Presence
I can't tell you how
It's a passive genesis
We're living the Tao
In the eternal here and now
Before the Great Unknown I do bow
But not before Man, no way, no how
Not after what he's done to the Sacred Cow
Man's done more harm on Earth
Than the Devil can bare to allow
Not even Jesus can save Man now
So, go ahead, Man, take a bow
You've really gone and done it now