Hey you there in the chair
Why don't you hear your Own self?
You could find utopia
But instead your brain is Dead
You talk of pains of love And transcendence from Above
Before you know it you'll Be six feet under
As unconsciousness Envelops you
You've missed out on the Big deal
So all aboard without
Your lord and all of his Ministry
'Cause in the making's History
Disparage faith And as you write I shall Dictate
Feed a starving woman
Dress the man
Then go to heaven like a Good American
And as the promised gates
Of serene recognizance
Fade into a numbing non- Existence you will rot Away Without ever really Having anything
Disregard
Their Settlement
And be one like me
Un-born again
Sources say gods are the Way
And question not the Reason
How can you pretend? Amen Shalom!
Really? Hallelujah's gonna Buy a First class seat?
Well let me tell you Something brother
That can't be beat! Well, I've heard the voice a Thousand times The one you say created Mine
But I've come to Understand The voice is from the man In me and Not the one you've given Higher ground
Do you understand
I'm un-born again
Do you understand
I'm un-born again
It's a laughing shame
That They've Twisted your brain
You could be one like me
Making your own Decisions, Like you ought to be
And from then you shall Have become
Unborn again