The Road To El Dorado

There is no gold in El Dorado,
There is no Isle of Avalon,
There is no Heaven waiting for you,
No angel there to hold your hand.
You searched the skies to find your ego,
You swam through your tears of turmoil,
You grafted hard to share the glory,
But earned nothing for your toil.

And you would lick the boots of Satan
For your fifteen minutes of fame,
As promised by Mr Warhol,
That illusionist of the brain,
You're moulded to a one track road,
The highway down to Hell,
To excommunicate yourself
From the place where mortals dwell.

As you harmonize with demons,
The black psalms of drunken dreams,
You float above your memories
To enter into false realms,
Wasted on a mystery tour,
A narcotic trip through song,
They groomed you for this adventure,
But they got the whole damn thing wrong.

In all His pomp and glory,
He held His head in arrogance,
And He pissed on those disciples
Who dared attend His dance,
And still you said your nightly prayers
To a God you'll never meet,
In the hope that He will guide you
To the treasure trove you seek.

May mystery take you to bed
And lend it's vision of happiness,
To tempt you for a little while,
From the vanity and arrogance,
That so disturb your nightmare,
Those visions of conformity
Passed to you by your mentors,
Suppressing all originality.

You've become part of the procession
Of baptisms in sin,
Fallen for their visions of glory,
That El Dorado dream,
Their promises of Avalon,
Of a Heaven waiting for you,
That sees you chasing rainbows
And feasting off their boots.

As His Book of Law instigates,
As wrote by the Master, 666,
Thelema bleeds upon the pages.
How did it come to this?
The wealth is done, the gold has gone,
To leave dismay and consternation,
But still you sing His Hymn to Pan
And the black mass regeneration.

With a thousand different meanings
Wasted on His words of prose,
When every scrawl is infinite,
How can you decipher His code?
Where lies the truth of His infamy,
His pleasure and His pain?
Does Thelema hold the answer,
Or has your quest been in vain?

You'll find the treasure within your heart
If you will only look,
And Avalon is in your soul
Where Heaven waits for you,
But you must find your freedom,
Before you find your gold,
Only by breaking the shackles
Can you find the road to El Dorado.