God Of The Gaps Lyrics

GOD OF THE GAPS
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
GOD OF THE GAPS

Suffering the witless weather of uncertain seasons, we placate our
senses with rhymes and reasons, unending universe tell nerve endings
notion, that the surface of the deep is like the bottom of the ocean.
Everything is either impossible or inevitable, and the over examined life
is not worth living, food for thought intoxicating or inedible, and these
fill in the blanks excuses are not worth giving.
Taking the heat from the mindless mechanism, is what drives the steam
of this organic schism, the subject of the object of your affection, is a
way to preclude any flight plans to perfection. Everything is either impossible or inevitable, and the over examined life
is not worth living, food for thought intoxicating or inedible, and these
fill in the blanks excuses are not worth giving.
So the whole is undone by these faulty parts, and we cant see the
photons for the light, all the blood money pumped thru these hearts,
and all the wrongs done to the left for the sake of the right, the bomb in
the eyes of the innocent dead, is a mystery unsolved at it’s own
expense, the world use to be seat and center of the godhead, the vanity
of senses can turn any babble to sense.

july 06

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