Silently vanishing, then reappearing
Slipping away for a while
Start dematerializing before your eyes

Always a step from our grasp

At the turn of the century

Lived a Mr. Houdini
Shrouded in a mystery
He fooled all humanity


Why is it a mystery
The very thing that seems to me

Explains itself so easily
The love of wealth brings misery


Things we acquire means fuel for the fire
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn

Chinese water torture cell

And metamorphosis
Jail escapes, buried alive
Walking through a solid wall


Suicide among the rich
Defies the laws of reason which

Tells us those who have it all
Must often answer to death's call


Things we acquire means fuel for the fire
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn
Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us

Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth

Things we acquire means fuel for the fire

The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn
Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us
Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth


"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless
which cannot be touched without emotion. Even

with the utterly lost to whom life and death are
equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can
be made"


Ever since I was a boy
I have always kept your laws

Now I want to follow you
Join you in your noble cause
Jesus turned to him and said

Sell all you have, give to the poor
The rich your ruler hung his head
Not to follow, walked instead