Mode

Sold a tapedeck

Without a pause button

No restaurant at the end of the universe

Collapse inevitable and wished for by many

You just have to pick your horse

Spinning round and round

Inevitably the cycle

A lumbering mass shuffles forward

This is religion

Unattended to by the spirit

This is religion

Given over to the gatekeepers of belief

This is religion

Devoid of faith

This is religion

Brandishing the gun of fate.