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 mind 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

Writer : GRAFFIN, GREG
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.