the gods are not allowed to carry guns
they'd shoot out suns, just so they can go to bed
i wonder if jesus is having any fun
watching them turn his blood, into the wine of red

right there in the shadow of the earth
the earth comes first, man will always come in last
which fish did the fisher catch first
is it the scales or the skins, the future or the past

the future of the past has led us here
once again comes the fear, in the middle of our lives
food that will last all of the years
he who cuts the bread, he controls all of the knives