God doesn’t play dice

God doesn't play dice with Nature and neither do I. I don't trust promises, I'm shrewd and canny and I verify!

Not a wishful thinker, to believe in miracles is a crime. I don't take chances (except in poker) and I win every time

I get the best warranty the money could buy. My risks are hedged. They have me covered, insured, assured and totally pledged

Let those bastards the foolhards and gullible the bullet to bite. I feel secured, underwritten and bonded, I will be all right

I am a banker, a bankers' heir, serfs lick my boots. I bankroll governments, pay off politicians we are all in cahoots

I own everything. I can raise armies. The whole nine yards. But I can't get rid of a nagging thought: it's a house of cards

It is late in the game, the die has been cast. I'm taking a stand. Hereby I challenge anyone to take me to the Promised Land

Paradise or Nirvana, Elysium or Eden, even Camelot When I'm there there all what's mine becomes yours sail my mega yacht

To become immortal, break samsara circle is my ultimate wish I am praying fervently for advancements in science it became my fetish

I'm fucking afraid of death. The death's in my fate. Please, bring me Soma, the Gods' ambrosia ... before its too late.