In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.