Tell me, brother, sister, do you speak in tongues?
Consult the elder gods to sacrifice your young?
Do you ever wonder if life is obsolete?
Should you sell your soul or pictures of your feet?
Tell me, do the mediums loom too large?
Tell about the planets and the prices they charge?
Do you walk the path behind by just one beat?
Have the songs from yesteryear on repeat?
Plagiarism from the skies.
Transmuting all the stories going back to fire
Every time power is denied.
They find a way to blame your desire.
There are no new gods
Just recycled bodies of the deified.
Progress brings us messiahs in the cloud
Artificial and burning everything and the bush
Food and drink becoming more rarefied
But complaining is no longer allowed
Slow Down Skippy on the button push
Pocket gods tell me what to be
Tell about atrocities I’m allowed to see
Consuming everything to make me pretty
So those behind the glass won’t take pity
Multiplying and trying to escape
The knowledge of the world they all scrape
Building castles upon the sand
Melted to silicone the mass don’t understand
Plagiarism from the skies.
Transmuting all the stories going back to fire
Every time power is denied.
They find a way to blame your desire.
There are no new gods
Just recycled bodies of the deified.
Progress brings us messiahs in the cloud
Artificial and burning everything and the bush
Food and drink becoming more rarefied
But complaining is no longer allowed
Slow Down Skippy on the button push
