Paroles de la chanson God Song par Bad Religion

And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green?
And did that anthropocentric god wane
With their thoughts and beliefs all unseen?

I don't think so,
He's up there with the others lying low,
Vying with those who you've traded
Your life to bless your soul

And have they told you how to think,
Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy?
Or have you escaped scrutiny,
And regaled yourself with depravity?

Now we all see, religion is just

Synthetic frippery, unnecessary
In our expanding global culture efficiency

And don't you fear this impasse
We have built to our future?
Ever so near,
And oh so austere