گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
