Bluetooth grannies, a clutter in my ears
Another cold day in hell with a smoke and a beer
Windfallen angels and sludge near the curb
Another day in creation devolving the world
And no matter what I've heard
What am I doing here?
Leaving tower of Babel, the end's always near
The Serpent begs forgiveness as we live in fear
Yahweh falls higher, redemption be damned
Another trick of creation, another sleight of hand
And no matter what I've had
What am I doing here?
A tree falls in mourning, wisdom does on deaf ears
Man is his own creation, a blasphemy quite clear
For man made himself in the image of hate
An image to celebrate
An image to fear
An image to fire
An image to
And no matter what I've done
What am I doing here?