Again and again and again we go,
Stumbling and tripping and falling low;
Lowered and humbled; grovelling indeed,
Regardless of our efforts to make them see
That the World as we know it
Is not what it seems, but now
That the seams are showing, Panic looms large
As the real culprits are running scared
And desperate to disguise the colossal farce
That's brought misery and suffering and
Untold grief.

I'm here to tell you
that Your God's a
Thief of your Soul -->
It fuels His Dark desires;
He thrives on Your Secrets
And Loves to Surprise -->
Remembers all manner of Sin
'Cause He's Jealous of Your Living Skin.

Luckily for US that remain Sane,
He is a Gentleman all the same.
So, while I may take umbrage
As a Personal slight,
Please be careful when you make a stand,
As I won't always be there to
Lend You a Hand.