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.