[Intro: voice samples]
This can turn any metal into gold
Well, yes
I— I have already found the secret to this powerful force
I would like to show you how this principle works on a human being
Take him down to the cellar
This sure is a spooky place
What’s down there?

[Verse 1: Deca and voice samples]
Monkey paws, shrunken heads
Esoteric Boy Scouts in aprons and a red fez
Keepers of an Eden snake’s knowledge
Or pharaoh's secrets that trace the lineage to high priests in Egypt
The Babel Tower builders, knowеrs and initiates
Solvin’ quantum Rubik’s Cubes, decodin’ arithmеtic (But wait)
Somethin’ ‘bout the general vibe made my knee jerk
The alchemist's pursuits led to gain-of-function research
Kill your morbid fascination with the strange
And the sickly trees that sprang from the offspring of Cain
You’ll know ‘em by their fruits or lack thereof
Identify the weeds gaining ground and pull ‘em by the roots like hair plugs
Bald-faced lies, power driven Gollums
In a cave hoarding pseudo knowledge of the cosmic algorithm
With state craft ties and all-seein’ eagle eyes, be advised:
Careful who and what you deify
[Chorus: Deca]
I heard your allegory shrouded the eternal
But peeled the layers back and found a nihilistic kernel
Ego-based mystery for mystery's sake
Counter to the highest high pullin’ fish from this lake
Take it slow, hold my head below the H2O
Where lotuses and lilies grow in golden ratios
Far from the futurist's transhuman new religion
And charlatans passin’ off their hubris as wisdom

[Verse 2: Deca and voice samples]
Webelos seeking gold deep below
Thumbin’ through the secret scrolls
Watchin’ crows and salamanders decompose
The sweetness of a rose should be your only goal
Joyful tears that flood the dry earth to feed your lonely soul (I’ll remember that)
Pay no mind to curiosities and sphinx riddles
Grimoires, coded language, and magic sigils
And leave the hive-minded to their solemn oaths and secrecy
Beneath the tree of polar opposites and lower frequencies
I believe in miracles but not magic bullets
And approach my soapbox pulpit with monastic focus
A tiny fraction of this whole galactic magnum opus
Watchin’ globalists scour the planet like a plague of locusts
It’s death from above across the globe
Philosophic pyrite they turn to lead for death squads to lock and load
Hard to transmute the rage pressure breeds
When they murder all our prophets and fill their pockets with (Gold)