The Wide Road

The steam roller is passing through

It's sticky with a black black goo;

It has the blood of a trillion saints

And a trail of death it paints it paints

From trees to chimpanzees,

From the Papua to the Lebanese:

Those who stood in the way of the man of Devil's Sun--

That one, who enabled Babel's whore to have so much fun

The bull of Yaldabaoth is proclaiming his gospel mystery;

Propoganda falling from the skies:

"Let us rewrite History!"

And the ones that take the bait get out of the way

And mock and point and stare

At the ones who chose to stay,

As they dance to songs of Love, Life, and Freedom Jazz

Seriously! Can't you see this is

Fucked as?