Cushioned bed
Lowered six feet under
Formaldehyde mummified in death
For the rapture cometh
And the dead will rise
So sayeth the undertaker
Who profits off your demise
No return to the Earth
Instinct disconnect from the mother
Engorged her bosom wept
Forsaken one another
A knife plunged into the brother
This is why god's son left
Burning through our righteous texts
Libraries where secrets kept
Lost to the ages
What else can be said
The few rise to power
Conspiring to devour
The owl feasts when the sun has set
What we need is a new great flood
I hope the comet hits us in the guts
Wiping clean this slate
A great reset we can't debate
If you do not use your eyes
If you're feeling deaf dumb mute and blind
I tell you it's all part of design
They're right there
They're right there
They're right there
They're right there
The eyes do not deceive
