Slight Of Pen
You Can't Run From God
The gods we create inspire our greed
We dream up a prize but don't get what we need
Our fears have consumed the rational thought
No hope for the future, the children are taught
Many forms of many people's images
Can't trust your reality, it damages
Afraid all your life by a text before logic
Realization is lost, you're believing in magic
All will lose in the end, their life
As they die, they can only look back in strife
Alone in a grave upsetting the earth
Man can't escape what life isn't worth