Pyramids - Carlo Bruno Jr.

Build your pyramid for when death's call is near
A place where you'll roam without any fear

Ask to be placed within a sarcophagus made of your gold
Where your final rest will begin. A story forever told

You'll be inside at rest, when darkness claims the air
You'll learn the pyramid's lie:
You'll go nowhere

You bought that pyramid from a web site about new-age
Cleared out your living room and built it, stage by stage

You'll put on comfy clothes. Light candles, soft and bright
Then sit in lotus pose, ready to chakralize

After some time is spent
You'll learn the pyramid's lie:
You are feeling nothing

Standing in front of another pyramid
awake, spending many nights
Staring hard at the black, no UFOs in sight
Just aching in your back.

You climb that pyramid, far from your home
You fell rolling down because you tripped on a loose stone

You managed to hurt yourself. Bouncing off broken bits
Losing all self-control, landing in sandy pits

You have to know something's wrong
But you still need to try more and more
I can't believe you're so stupid as to still believe in pyramids