I see you kissing yourself in the mirror nownAnd I can tell that you like what you seenI heard you talking all night to the pyramidsnI caught you sucking the life out of me, heynnI think you ought to check all your messagesnYou better pray to your Gods in the skynI hope you reach in your pocket for a miraclenBecause you're going somewhere when you diennNow keep in touch with the soul of disasternBecause it's gonna come down so hardnnI was smoking on a cigarettenI was waiting on a planenWhen I saw reality just go down the drainnClimbing up the minaretsnHiding in the dennThat 4-Way Diablo is coming back againnOh, you've met me, now what have you donenYou've killed all the flowersnYou've killed off the sunnI was smoking on a cigarettenI was waiting on a planenThat 4-Way Diablo is coming back againnnI can't hear myself, I'm so far awaynI can't hear myself, I'm so far awaynnYou're smoking on a cigarettenYou're waiting on a planenWhen I saw reality just go down the drainnClimbing up the minaretsnHiding in the dennThat 4-Way Diablo is coming back againnOh, you've met me, now what have you donenYou've killed all the flowersnYou've killed off the sunnSmoking on a cigarettenWaiting on a planenThat 4-Way Diablo is coming out again