Otherside / No Master Plan

OTHERSIDE
  
To the black arts and demons, I pledged my troths  
But they were the smoke and mirrors of unholy ghosts  
For there was nothing left in reality, but a mummer's mime  
And the irreversible pouring, of the silent sands, of time  
   
I travelled far beyond the ether, to outer space  
But there was no one there either, or even a trace  
So I'm here, in these wastelands, of the in-between  
With wiccan witches, on the Otherside of Halloween
   
   
NO MASTER PLAN  
   
There's no God, or Satan, there's no master plan  
For what's foretold, was merely scribed by man  
There can be no ascension, to the hidden depth  
The tomb, of lightless silence and eternal death  
 
And it will be the final fate, that no one resists  
In the imperceptible state, where naught exists  
For what was promised, was a spurious sham  
The otherside's nowhere, there's no master plan