And

did

those

feet

in

an-

cient

times

Trod

on

A-

me-

ri-

ca's

pas-

tures

of

green?

And

did

that

an-

thro-

po-

cen-

tric

god

wane

With

their

thoughts

and

be-

liefs

all

un-

seen?

I

don't

think

so,

He's

up

there

with

the

o-

thers

ly-

ing

low,

Vy-

ing

with

those

who

you've

tra-

ded

Your

life

to

to

bless

your

soul.

And

have

they

told

you

how

to

think,

Cleansed

your

mind

of

sep-

sis

and

au-

to-

no-

my?

Or

have

you

es-

caped

from

scru-

ti-

ny,

And

re-

galed

your-

self

with

de-

pra-

vi-

ty?

Now

we

all

see,

re-

li-

gion's

just

Syn-

the-

tic

frip-

pe-

ry,

un-

ne-

ces-

sa-

ry

In

our

ex-

pan-

ding

glo-

bal

cul-

tu-

ral

ef-

fi-

cien-

cy.

Now

we

all

fear

this

im-

passe

We

have

built

to

our

fu-

ture.

E-

ver

so

near,

And

oh

so

au-

stere.