I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the Flies
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay
1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day
The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep
The vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay
1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day