A time will come when everyone knows
A taste of the sacred overdose
On to your knees
That you might find
Upon the floor a wisdom of upheaval
Beyond the good and Evil
Western time will be exposed
As a linear thread drawing to a close
As a cul de sac
As the Culdees scream
As culture spins as though in a dream
Islamabad and New York good
Beneath the burka, beneath the hood
Beneath the flesh, fresh outta creche,
We're all the same in the womb, in the tomb, in the mortuary room.
Christian God I cannot see you
Muslim Allah I cannot see you
Jewish Jehovah I cannot see you
Yeah, that's what you all have in common:
I cannot see you!
You come swoooooping down to kill me!!!
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