Song

Fleeting are the moments
We can wrap good times around
Lost in emotions from the past
Consumed by goals of an unpromised tomorrow
Religion tries the quick fix
Handed down from rules last
Pushed forward by ritual blood
Power wards off death
Leading to graven technology
The occult corporations chanting
Spilling forth the deadly intelligence
A trap sprung  and reset
Tempting the righteous with immortal wealth
I concede
Over rule?
Revolt against ourselves
Save the innocent's
Save the war prisoners
Held hostage by the unseen power
Taught we are unworthy
We are the common knave
We should gush gratitude for free O2
We should hand over our children to
Be slaughtered
Why they are the new gods
Without them the world will spin into destruction
The future would be bleak
Lies and more lies remember