...they went in search of "God"
tethered to centuries of false hopes
they took up residence in that ancient abyss
shallower than the mounds of will
protruding from their souls
forgetting only
that the stench of decaying friends
is much stronger than defiance
refrain: man's quest for meaning
often reveals the lie that the lier was told by that other lier
and then there was the search party
wondering whose side they were on
they who had consumed entrails of pigs
had puffed on the power of the rod
are we not men too, they ask
do we not want to be the men we are, they moan
can we not know if we are the men we are, they cry
will not knowing the men we are mean we know the men we are, they say
and so forth till it opiates their senses
then comes release, tension, nightmares, and booze
and an unrelenting new day
add refrain here.
