Praying hands that are mystified
Tell me they can't see past the veil
An enigmatic sign
That somehow rules their lives
It's a philosophical riddle
Not to be taken lightly
As it enters the mind
The head of an agnostic figure
Seeing his life as only the material
The flesh and the blood
Speaks of a spiritual nature
But the spiritual is
Something something something
He can't trust
Oh deep in the shadows
Smiles in the mirage oh
Ignus fatus, specter the ghost
Oh deep in the shadows
Smiles in the mirage oh
Ignus fatus, specter the ghost
In a dream of ether-reality
A fleeting glimpse as a door opens
Revealing an inner creed
Small hands were seen transparently
Touching his mortal mind
Merging with his life
Dangling on a thread
Oh deep in the shadows
Smiles in the mirage oh
Ignus fatus, specter the ghost
Oh deep in the shadows
Smiles in the mirage oh
Ignus fatus, specter the ghost