Prayer ain't no key
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind
Never meant to make you free

Prayer, insanity
You compete for the never complete
And it just won't make you see

Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations
More down there where they came from,
drunken revelations

From the shadows of time,
the dead are singing their lies
Their dirt is in your eyes,
no one who believes dies
From the shadows of stones,
laughter of their rattling bones
Their dirt will cover your eyes,
no one who believes dies

Prayer, masked devilry
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke
And you just can't let it be

Pick your god

From the shadows