If I kill it now it will never be alive again
But if I pursue this I put myself at risk

Sinking in my gut
Standing up to you
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Tell me, what can I do
To be a more peaceful man
A good postured citizen
Horrible how it changed
Because of our ignorance
Crosses in our eyes
Tissue on your tongue
You say that you've found a God
Well, I've found a better one
Call all your cattle in
Work on a battle plan
It looks like there's no such thing
As a more perfect man

If by happenstance you were saved by an intervening force
Would you claim you knew this
Or pretend that it never happened

Stabbing in your side
Brambles on your head
The zealots are gathering
Muttering "God is dead"
Delirium in the air
Their faces of vacant stares
Making a difference
When nobody really cares
Stigma in your eyes
Stain on history
You became the perfect man
That you're supposed to be
Shotgun in your hand
Sandals on your feet
The shepherd that guides us all
Is someone we've never seen

Sinking in my gut
Standing up to you
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Tell me, what can I do
To be a more perfect man
A good postured citizen
Horrible how it changed
Because of our ignorance
Stigma in your eyes
Stain on history
You became the perfect man
That you're supposed to be
Shotgun in your hand
Sandals on your feet
The shepherd that guides us all
Is someone we've never seen