Paroles de God Song

And did those feet in ancient times Trod on America's pastuers 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 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 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