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Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real world
come back to this cave and rediscover destiny

A dream within a dream 
and the dreams of fourty thieves
Three wishes
And a genie passed around
An exit we can’t find
A world inside a mountain cave with a sun and its own stars
What will we do?
What will we say?
When the door opens?
The travelers come in
and the lamp with a will of its own escapes our grasp
and we are stuck here forever
Fighting amongst ourselves with our own selfishness vanity and greed?

When all of your wishes have been granted
Many of your dreams will be destroyed
Just another truthful romance of a famous Satanist 
Born into something wished upon mankind
40 thieves created in drunken stupors intellectual combat and jealousy

When will the door open and the exit be shown to us?
Will we take the population of the future world into the past with us?
Or leave them behind in this mountain?
Will you build me the king of the fourty thieves into a god?
and lock me here forever in this mountain forever
With your genie
Have you figured out the perfect wish?
Are we sober yet?
Have we woken to find sobriety?

Take me out of the harpie pool
Lead me to the wishing well
Give me my coins of the days of old
and remind me once again that we are merely traveling forward in time

Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know what I know?
Can you see what I see?
Will u lead me to the exit?
To change our world
Or are you still wishing for all the glory?

In a dream with in a dream
40 dreamers wishing their dreams into reality stuck inside a mountain
this earth is what we are
A cavern with its own sun and solar system and space ships
and an exit into the past
where we the fourty thieves have just become
prophets and visionaries
Momentary gods of futuristic possibilities
to be creatively shunned and thrown away

Will you lead me to the exit?
Wish me to save you from your vanity denials and greed
Have you forgotten everything?
Do you know what I know?
Do you see what I see?
Am I here alone?
Did you leave already?
Is the door closed?
Is the magic word still 
Open sesame?
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