He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
  talking crippled on the Cross
  Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating
  fleeing what a loss
  
  The things he hadn't touched or kissed his senses
  slowly stripped away
  Not like Buddha not like Vishnu
  life wouldn't rise through him again
  
  I find it easy to believe
  that he might question his beliefs
  The beginning of the Last Temptation
  Dime Story Mystery
  
  The duality of nature, Godly nature,
  human nature splits the soul
  Fully human, fully divine and divided
  the great immortal soul
  
  Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites
  attract
  From the front, the side, the back
  the mind itself attacks
  
  I know the feeling, I know it from before
  descartes through Hegel belief is never sure
  Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation
  
  I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering
  the Mysteries of Life
  Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering
  the Mysteries of Life
  
  There's a funeral tomorrow
  at St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you
  Ah, what must you have been thinking
  when you realized the time had come for you
  
  I wish I hadn't thrown away my time
  on so much Human and so much less Divine
  The end of the Last Temptation
  The end of a Dime Store Mystery