I've been more or less faithful
I've been more or less true
More or less an ally to the people that I knew
I've been living in my own world
but my own world's not alone
Spinning out of order like a universal stone
Burning in the atmosphere of other people's domes
I've been thinking about religion
I've been wondering where it went
Shot down like a pigeon in a Paris parkette
I've been low and beholden, holding on too tight
Sleeping through the mornings
and dreaming through the nights
With a periodic blast of a sacrificial light
And the man on the television said
that reports are saying there's a million people dead
And the kings and queens of somewhere are screaming for a head
If it's reason then it's treason it's insanity or death
I've been going through my memory but I can't remember much
in the minute's where I live it even if I'm not in touch
It's a series of illusions and reality's a game
We come to our conclusions and we give a thing a name
And we persecute a people for reasons just the same
Was it a song on a record or a sermon on a mount?
Did anybody ever get what it was all about?
I don't know if we know who we are anymore
but we're acting like we do and that's why we're fighting wars
And the hallways of heaven are filled with the sound of slamming doors
And the man on the television said
that reports are saying there's a billion people dead
And the kings and queens of somewhere are screaming for a head!
If it's reason then it's treason it's insanity or death
'Cause this season we're appeasing all the deities instead
If it's pleasing pay your fees count to ten and hold your breath
It's insanity or death
I've been more or less true
More or less an ally to the people that I knew
I've been living in my own world
but my own world's not alone
Spinning out of order like a universal stone
Burning in the atmosphere of other people's domes
I've been thinking about religion
I've been wondering where it went
Shot down like a pigeon in a Paris parkette
I've been low and beholden, holding on too tight
Sleeping through the mornings
and dreaming through the nights
With a periodic blast of a sacrificial light
And the man on the television said
that reports are saying there's a million people dead
And the kings and queens of somewhere are screaming for a head
If it's reason then it's treason it's insanity or death
I've been going through my memory but I can't remember much
in the minute's where I live it even if I'm not in touch
It's a series of illusions and reality's a game
We come to our conclusions and we give a thing a name
And we persecute a people for reasons just the same
Was it a song on a record or a sermon on a mount?
Did anybody ever get what it was all about?
I don't know if we know who we are anymore
but we're acting like we do and that's why we're fighting wars
And the hallways of heaven are filled with the sound of slamming doors
And the man on the television said
that reports are saying there's a billion people dead
And the kings and queens of somewhere are screaming for a head!
If it's reason then it's treason it's insanity or death
'Cause this season we're appeasing all the deities instead
If it's pleasing pay your fees count to ten and hold your breath
It's insanity or death