Lead me to the rainbow roomsAnd paint me into the mythicI want the kind of faithThat ties the tongueAnd stupefies the mindI want to unthink my karma So I can reap my just dessertsWith rhetorical silver spoonsLet the keys of SolomonUnlock my mysteryIn half remembered childhood prayersSo I can lay my head in pastures greenBut sadly I lack the graceTo turn the other cheekAnd I have no faith In the