God Song

And did those feet in ancient times trod on America's pastures 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 layin' low Vying with those, who you've traded your life too 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's just synthetic frippery Unnecessary in our expanding global cultural unefficiency Now we all see fear this impa*se we have built to our future (Ever so near) Ever so near And oh so austere