Midas Touch

Take an act of greed and a tortured soul

Place them together in the crucible

Take two men of different faith

And a scrap of earth they call their place

War is mixture you now create

From this extract the human spirit

Then pressurise it to the limit

And in wondrous vapours you will find

Creative treasures of every kind

From the essence of this spirit take good intentions

And then stir it with desire to turn all things to gold

Take care for as your dreams unfold of countless treasure

This spell can oft go wrong if hunger for power affects

Your noble measure to help your fellow man

So look deep down inside your soul and into the smouldering crucible

Is this truly gold you see?

I see banners flying in the wind

Our darkest demons rising from the flames again

Black wings of terror blocking out the sun

Just one more battle then our golden age may come

But there's no running, there's no turning away

We never wanted, wanted it to be this way

With good intentions we achieve so much

Then we take a sip from the poison cup

Midas touch

We've got the midas touch

I see glass towers rising to the skies

Down in their shadows the last red rose has died

I see machines drink our mothers blood

The mercury's rising - Lord here comes the flood

But there's no running, there's no turning away

We never wanted, wanted it to be this way

Losing everything - achieving so much

Take a sip from the poison cup

Midas touch

We've got the midas touch

Take touch of the human spirit

Pressurise it to the limit

Stir in greed and desire

Turn the temperature higher

Higher higher higher and higher and higher

Iron is the will that knows no fear

Lead is the greed that blinds us

Sulphur is the evil that lies in us all

Tin are the gods that guide us

Carbon is the strenght to conquer hate

Silver is the purest love that binds us

Gold is the power lust that divides us

If I could do magic I would weave a spell

If I could do magic I would weave a spell