We are a gutless generation
side stepping catastophes
like they were only highway flares
it’s all ben a crash course in obedience
and I’ve been assigned to hand out awards.

These are confusing times
The crisis is coming at us all too fast
and there’s no where to turn
Atheists who believe in the apocalypse
but pray to god it’ll never happen
This calls for desperate measures
non-breeders facing an empy future
"Nuthin sane will ever come out of this belly," she says
"I promise you that much"
and, somewhere down that heartless road
she got shorted choices.

I am not religious
but I pray for a faith to bring me some solace
For every torpedo engaged, I pray to the sea
For every mine field
that takes another foot and another leg and another life
yes, I pray to the dirt beneath me.

For every night I lie awake shivering in nightmares,
you bet your sorry ass I pray real long and hard
For every friend and loved one I’ve lost to cancer or heroin or depression or chemical imbalences,
Jesus, I fuckin pray
my gods sleep undisturbed
while I scream hail marys and I chant the gospel
and I’m possessed by ancient incantations
and I speak in crazy tongues when no ones around.

These are suspiscous times.
We build alters in our hearts for the dead to rest
because the cemetaries are over-filled.
No, I wouldn’t call myself religious
you could spend a lifetime subtracting the bad from the good
and choking on everything in the middle
but my dreams are like short-changed prophets who whisper the future to me
but I can’t hear them over the sirens getting louder and louder
blocking out any hope for our species.
My dreams are fortune-tellers panhandling on street corners
and for a dime, they’ll tell you everything you want to know
but I havn’t got a penny to save my soul.

I’m sure as hell not religious
but my heart breaths fire
and in the darkness of my eyes
you can see me crouched down on all fours
like the gutless creatures that we are praying
that we make it through one more night.