| Lyrics: | 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 to bless your soul,
Have they told you how to think,
Cleansed your
mined of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped from scrutiny,
And regaled yourself
with depravity?
Now we all see, "Religion is just synthetic frippery,
Unnecessary in our expanding global cultural efficiency"
Now we all fear this impasse
we have built to our future (ever so near),
Ever so near, and oh so austere |
