I found God in the heart of a mustang
And he begged don't show me
To the rest of the world
I'm not the man they think I am
I created neither the universe nor the earth
I'm sorry I just am
The spirit of a wasteland
Just please, don't let them find me
They'd **** me if they knew
And his eyes shone out his fear
Too wild, too innocent and vulnerable
And he quivered knowing he was
Alive only in his unbroken freedom
He pleaded once more
Please don't let them know I'm here
They would hunt me down
Rope me in until I could neither
Move nor breathe any longer
And they'd bury me ignorantly
Beneath their fear and false crown
I found God in the eyes of a mustang
Hiding in the desert canyons
All skin and hollow bones
Waiting for the world to end
And he screamed as I roped him in
And tried desperately to warn me
This will never be the same again
Keep on dreaming I whispered
We both know that God is already dead