Birds in mass, commune on crumbs What's thrown to them, devoured I am their Father, the wine soured Distant when our time comes Misinterpretation, speaking in tongues
Chimes recordings, dull church bells Twenty first century interpretation An audio playback congregation Find gospels taught in prison cells Each,Β Β internally, their own hells
Homomorphism, the new Genesis Everything becomes the same No answer as to, who to, blame For genetic selection brings us this And all the choir coos in bliss
All groups, seem to me, to have something stuck in their ways.