I live in a God's complex A metropolis of facilities all lined up neatly in rows One by one, each line of an intelligent design State of the art insulations perfectly enclosing this refuge An oasis in the cold, safe from outside harm Sheltering the lost arts of relaxation and comfort
They say God is blind Oh so precious was the thought But from this view I can see everything And from the inside I can hear everything Carry anything What could ever tear this down?
Who knows Only God knows God's elaborate God's complex He oversees everything Hears everything
But they say God was deaf That God owed them A heaven in the skies That he hears everything The truths and the lies But God owns a building complex Behind walls he was confined He was a terrorist By the mask that we assigned An almost architect A destroyer nonetheless And through his own believes He was once an atheist A teacher, a student A son, a mother A father, a daughter A cynic and a lover Conformist and traitor, his own creator A dreamweaver, human creature, Godmaker Taking up every living space this world had to offer Settling in, committing sin Exploiting God's creations, claiming it theirs Leeching off all that he is within Taking and taking as God gave them up out of love One by one the spaces were occupied The new Gods came
As all the young and old put words in each other's mouths Fighting for what was once good, now only selfish Driven by a need For a purpose, a calling A self-fulfilling prophecy to create something out of nothing They talked in circles and shapes As he He didn't say a word And so they thought he was mute But they just never listened Inside these last four walls He will hear everything When nothing outside exists anymore When nothing he's created talks back anymore When nothing moves, and nothing moves him Dead silence He's heard enough And so on the last day he rested To never return again