I see you kissing yourself in the mirror now And I can tell that you like what you see I heard you talking all night to the pyramids I caught you sucking the life out of me, hey I think you ought to check all your messages You better pray to your Gods in the sky I hope you reach in your pocket for a miracle Because you're going somewhere when you die Now keep in touch with the soul of disaster Because it's gonna come down so hard I was smoking on a cigarette I was waiting on a plane When I saw reality just go down the drain Climbing up the minarets Hiding in the den That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again Oh, you've met me, now what have you done You've killed all the flowers You've killed off the sun I was smoking on a cigarette I was waiting on a plane That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again I can't hear myself, I'm so far away I can't hear myself, I'm so far away You're smoking on a cigarette You're waiting on a plane When I saw reality just go down the drain Climbing up the minarets Hiding in the den That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again Oh, you've met me, now what have you done You've killed all the flowers You've killed off the sun Smoking on a cigarette Waiting on a plane That 4-Way Diablo is coming out again