The High Priestess or the Beast in me I am sworn to secrecy We could just decide to insist upon happiness But the farther we are from it the harder to chase It is now time to put down the master's tools of loss Walk with me and stoke our flames or just observe the chaos The High Priestess or the Beast in me Responds to tragedy The High Priestess or the Beast in me In rising clarity If this life causes you to doubt what you should believe Ride with me to find the secrets now millennia buried We ride till we piss ourselves and then we ride some more When our horses tire we sleep on the forest floor The High Priestess or the Beast in me I once swore secrecy The High Priestess or the Beast in me In each hand a different key (So we dig softly through the worms Creation takes many forms) NOTHING -- AND SOMETHING FROM IT!