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.