[INTRO ] DO WHAT THOU WILT… (Who wills?) DO WHAT THOU WILT… (WHO WILLS?) DO WHAT THOU WILT— (WHO?!) [Spoken-Diabolical] “« Find yourself… to be the centre of your own Universe. » [Diabolical laugh] : - HA HA HA HA HA !!! [VERSE 1] They did not kill the heavens— They made them unnecessary. Stole the fire from above— Folded it beneath the skin. Every hunger— (ALTAR.) Every impulse— (CROWNED.) [Variation] They fed the thing that rises— So it would NEVER BOW. They flattened every height— Until desire became LAW. Carved their names into the mirror— (CARVE IT.) Then called the mirror— “I.”… [PRE-CHORUS] The sharper the gesture— The deeper it cuts. The cleaner the image— The tighter the clutch. (TIGHTER.) TIGHTER. [CHORUS] THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?) THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?!) You speak with your own tongue— But the voice is not your own. (NOT YOUR OWN!) Look at the world— AS IT SWELLS. Ask yourself— DO YOU LOVE WHAT YOU SEE? (DO YOU?!) THOU WHAT THOU WILT! WHO WILLS?! [VERSE 2] They garden in the shadow— And water it with PRAISE. Give every appetite a symbol— Give every wound a NAME. The instinct wears black gloves— (BLACK GLOVES.) And quotes the ancient dead. The beast learns elegance— Before it LEARNS TO FEED. [Variation] No war against the heavens— No need to curse the throne. Just erase the need for God— And make the SELF the stone. Every act becomes a signature— Every refusal— A CROWN. The soul becomes an ornament— That cannot leave— THE HOUSE. (CAN’T LEAVE.) [PRE-CHORUS] The sharper the gesture— The deeper it cuts. The cleaner the image— The tighter the clutch. (TIGHTER.) TIGHTER. TIGHTER! [CHORUS] THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?) THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?!) You speak with your own tongue— But the voice is not your own. (NOT YOUR OWN!) Look at the world— AS IT SWELLS. Ask yourself— DO YOU LOVE WHAT YOU SEE? (DO YOU?!) THOU WHAT THOU WILT! WHO WILLS?! [BRIDGE] There is no height. (NO HEIGHT.) There is no depth. (NO DEPTH.) ONLY EXPANSION. I WILL. (I WILL.) I AM. (I AM.) I AM THE WORLD. (THE WORLD.) The “I” stretches outward— Until nothing remains— BUT “I.” The mirror became the kingdom— The kingdom became the CAGE. And the hand upon the throne— Was never holding— THE REINS. (NEVER.) [Solo] [BRIDGE II] This is the taste— Of their reign. Already— Upon the tongue of the age. (TASTE IT.) They did not seize the world— They taught the world— TO WANT THEM. (WANT.) [BREAKDOWN] WHO WILLS?! (YOU?) WHO SPEAKS?! (YOU?) WHO WEARS— THE FACE— YOU CALL— YOUR OWN?! (WHO?!) (WHO?!) WHO WILLS?! [FINAL CHORUS] THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?!) THOU WHAT THOU WILT! (WHO WILLS?!) You called the chains— YOUR FREEDOM! You called possession— “CHOICE!” You crowned your own reflection— Then worshipped— ITS VOICE! (WORSHIP!) Look at the world— AS IT SWELLS. Ask yourself— DO YOU LOVE WHAT YOU SEE? (DO YOU?!) This is the kingdom— THEY PROMISED. This is the world— THEY WILLED. THOU WHAT THOU WILT! WHO WILLS?! (WHO WILLS?!) WHO WILLS?! [CODA] They said— (“I will do what I want.”) … But the— “I” was already— GONE. … Who wills? … …Not you. (Ha ha ha ha ha!)
