Man crawled from the mud and saw god
God sneered and said “Get the fuck off my lawn”

We’ve been cursed all along
And wonder why the songs all sound dissonant
Why religion becomes irrelevant

It’s as if heaven sent us down to see if we could make it on our own
Angels looking down, making bets on our demise
We laugh at the futility because it’s too damn painful to cry
And perfections unattainable but still we try,

Still we strive to be more than the ones who came before us
Still strive to please god, even though that fucker ignores us
Still planting acorns with dreams of a future forest

Still

Because turbulence is abhorrent

Man crawled from the mud, saw god and turned away
Looked to the Sun and found another way to pray
Bathed in life-giving rays and found his own divinity

So the angels grew bored and found another game to play