Deceitful as you are you allure,
oh Muse of Self the tunes you sing.
Numbing my senses with your cure,
what ailments you are sure to bring.
An oasis in the midst of my desert heart,
I quench my thirst with an illusion.
You are the master of your art,
of wrapping me up in my confusion.
Oh Muse of Self the tunes you sing,
persuading me to your wishes dance.
A happiness you pretend to bring,
come forth release me from this trance.