The Rise and Fall of Satan Video (MV)

I used to be like a tree swaying with the wind
I was dancing to symphony of silence in my mind
Swimming in some sort of strange superfluid
I couldn't explain it but it felt; like a hand in glove
Oh I was In Love

But then my teachers told me, you better buck up son
Life isn't fun, life isn't fair
You better cut your hair, before you end up in the snare
I was scared and for the first time

My mind analyzed, like a vice
And it stripped away my paradise
By dislace-ing all these faces
And pushing them into their clear-cut cages
And in this rising tide of conclusions
Hazy clouds of confusion began to expand
But, my analyzer said, Honey, don't you worry
I'll place you in control in a hurry
And I believed and then I did the most despicable thing
When I started to

Compare people to people, then people to me
Slowly dissecting life's bodiless beauty, for symbolic potpourri
That supplant the glitter and gold, into labels and post-it notes
Then taking this gossamer of dimensions and degrees
And then finding me; And I'm the Captain now, I decide who misses the boat
And If you dare to cast your spells on my runway
I'll tear you down

But Despite this subdued spite, something still doesn't feel so right
For now i'm either flying high pride, or drifting low in the doldrums
Forced to go on this endless roller coaster ride of ups and downs and false jumps
Where different parts of me preaching, their the true way to see
But, every garment and gown I wear, can not fill this hole in the ground

But then a voice whispered from down in that hole
It was my void, the suppressed and untouched trying to let me know
Your pushing me aside, puffed up in pride
Sweetie, don't you realize, you're force-feeding yourself lies
Images that crawl into the skin, you're ravenous for self-discovery
So, you let them in

You're trying to find, your true ideal name
But all your knowledge seems to do, is lather your face in paint
Manifesting a thousand diseases, just to manifest a thousand cures
It's a vicious cycle of conquest and control
Where fragments of you fight for your throne
While the battered and bruised get thrown
To the dark side of your moon, but you're too busy
Polishing your plastic tomb, to have room to care

But Honey, you better be careful because the callous ego of yours
Is taking away, closing away all the fresh air
But take one moment to disperse that center
And enter into your void
And you'll find, all this time, you truly have no form or control
So let go, and be whole
Once more