God Song

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 layin' low

Vying with those, who you've traded your life too to bless your soul

And have they told you how to think

Cleansed your mind of sepsis and automony

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 unefficiency

Now we all see fear this impasse we have built to our future

(Ever so near)

Ever so near

And oh so austere