

And the cracks begin to show
A sodden life holds us in toe
A feeble mind pushes back the tide
Our souls have no where to hide
I'm turning pagan every day
Soughting my life around natures cycles
Opening my eyes to man's internal deity
Holding hand with spirits and godlings





I have it on good authority
That god is a c***
Have this little piece of paper
Have this report of our doom
Everything has been collected
All the witnesses have had their say
There's no doubt about it now
We are all immersed within decay.
