I heard a rumor, God was coming back
I said I didn't know he'd be here
That I was cursed, unloved for what I lacked
Faith in something I'd not felt or seen
Even the angels enjoy a good cigar, they say
Tone deaf, drunk, sing sweet songs
Parades of people, marching for what they are
Convinced that there's a right and wrong
Boasting all knowledge for all
Seems the wind crouched at the wall
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I suppose we're clever
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I suppose we're clever
We build and we create
But we're a badly designed machine
Uncontrolled and trusting as a snake
Yet loving, kind and serene
There's something unnoticed
In every walk of life
That people share no policy
Distinguished peasants
And lovable rogues
We all beg to disagree
I don't feel safe in my house

Or head into their home
Where there's no light


Dream is the end of the start

Music playing
I don't give a damn
When the day comes again
Desperation, it poked me with its stick
Inspiration through a feast of thoughts
Desecration, the world has just been sick
Delegations kiss long before they talk
Can we call things more complex?
Teachings show me more
Is this
Can we call things more complex?