and yet we come to our conclusions
I've been more or less faithful
I've been more or less true
more or less an ally
  to the people that I knew
I've been living in my own world
but my own world's not alone
spinning out of order
 like a universal stone
burning in the atmosphere
of other people's domes
I've been thinking about religion
I've been wondering where it went
shot down like a pigeon in a Paris parkette
I've been low and beholden
holding on too tight
sleeping through the mornings
and dreaming through the nights
with a periodic blast of a sacrificial light
and the man on the television said
that reports are saying
there's a million people dead
and the kings and queens of
somewhere are screaming for a head
if it's reason then it's treason
it's insanity or death
I've been going through my memory
and I can't remember much
 in the minute's where i live it
even if i'm not in touch
it's a series of illusions
and reality's a game
and we give a thing a name
and we persecute a people
for reasons just the same
was it a song on a record
or a sermon on a mount
did anybody ever get
what it was all about
I don't know if we know
who we are anymore
but we're acting like we do
and that's why we're fighting wars
and the hallways of heaven are filled with
the sound of slamming doors
and the man on the television said
that reports are saying
there's a billion people dead
and the kings and queens of
somewhere are screaming for a head
if it's reason then it's treason
it's insanity or death
cause this season we're appeasing
all the deities instead
if it's pleasing pay your fees
count to ten and hold your breath
it's insanity or death
count to ten and hold your breath