And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green?
And did that anthropocentric God
Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?
I don't think so
He's up there with the others laying low
Vying with those
Who you've traded your life to bless your soul
And have they told you how to think?
Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped scrutiny
And regaled yourself with depravity?
Now we all see
Religion's just synthetic frippery
Unnecessary
In our expanding global cultural efficiency
Now, don't you fear
This impasse we have built to our future
Ever so near, ever so near
And oh, so austere
Oh, so austere
Oh, so austere
Oh, so austere
