Isn't it funny that you and I,
we sit content,
eyes fixated?
Isn't funny, the words we sing are
glorious
but unrelated?
There is a path. There is a goal.
An invitation to remain in the eyes of the devil.
We are all the same.
In the eyes of the devil we are all the same.
Isn't it funny that we recite psalms,
open-armed,
to divine beings?
Isn't funny that attending
and taking cues
replaces meaning?
Here is my card, my membership
my resignation to remain in the eyes of the devil.
We are all the same
In the eyes of the devil we are all the same.
