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Queen of the Goats

What a burning need we all have -- just to have a burning need
Stoke the flames inside us -- and blacken the things we see
She's naming me for the lesson -- I'm the chosen one
She's naming me for the lesson -- I'm the chosen one
Across the sands we ran searching for gold
Stars guided her path and I followed
Becoming holy, but not sane
Lying wide awake
And knowing all the while the fool I am
Back into my secret home she ran
Becoming hollow, so cold
More than you can take
Restlessly clutching for something that's light-years away
Too far for me
But the Queen is not quite as blinded, gifted by guidance
One long, deep breath, and I'm inside out
Oh, changing me, hopelessly, helplessly
with a shake of the hoof
Pleasure and pain both can be games we play
and at last I can sleep
Oh, she's naming me for the lesson I'm the chosen one
She's naming me for the lesson I'm the chosen one
My Queen of the Goats becomes my wife
and becoming the King of the horn and the hoof am I
Becoming holy, but not sane
I might be wide awake
Capricorn is rising now
Should I give it all up just to let you know?
Should I pull the plug?
Should I stop the show? Oh
Oh, Life is always crashing down in waves
And I know I will never feel the same Oh
Nobody can ever take back what has been done
Why would you want to when you've seen what I've become

Queen of the Goats