Hapless as a moth I was hypnotized
by the smoker sitting in the dark
caught in the luminance of his eyes
my gaze never strayed from the flickering spark.

He spoke a language of secret hymns
but like devil's tongues they turned to lies,
my gaze never strayed from the flickering spark,
caught in the luminance of his eyes.

Kneeling before his alter of sacrifice
wayward souls who bare his mark,
caught in the luminance of his eyes
my gaze never strayed from the flickering spark.

Scorched to the bone but still alive
I penetrated through his guise,
my gaze never strayed from the flickering spark
caught in the luminance of his eyes.