Lyrics:

'Well, gentlemen, a great deal of money has been invested in this project and we can't allow it to fail.'

Demons
Dream of God

There is no insanity, rather a super-sanity
More suited for life after the end of the twentieth century
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to express it
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to communicate it
All intelligent beings will suffer the dreaming of dreams
And they've all come up to meet me tonight
Although while in the morning, all their wonder and their glory
Was turned ugly and quite simple
Like a venue when you're loading in gear

This night
Is when it all changes

Sexuality, eroticism in asexual persuasions
Man or woman, makes no difference in the outcome
No fashion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
'Adidas' or 'the arch deluxe'
And time is now an object, now.

Oh, my fucking god
Oh, I'm fucking god