I made myself a believer nHolding a gun and a cross in my handnHe likes to elevate the pain inside nAnd burn my soul in silencennA vexed amount of lonelinessnConfounding choices, the never endnFilling the holes before I hit the ground nOne angel falls and fades into longingnnFor rock and jazz fusion stoned nI sold my morbid soul the devilnThe psychedelia burns in my bloodnAn endless lust for desirennSo I take a ride to the nearest mountainnPulling the moon as I dance through the firenWorld religion is only for fools nAnd a fortune god full of complementsnnHeavenade the vain insidenHeavenade the vain insidenHeavenade the vain insidenHeavenade… Heavenade…