Pilgrim on earth, thy home is within;
Heaven's no destination elsewhere,
only at hand, just out of reach.
Heir of the ages, daylight child,
always confounding darkness,
no Jehovah hung your sky on demiurgic breath.
Let us not make God in our image,
breathing dust upon the Truth.
And the evening and the morning were the day...
Where are you, man?
Your naked knowledge lies.
Adamic empty promise,
desiccated serpent's skin...
these are not generations.
And the evening and the morning were the day.
Heaven's no destination elsewhere,
only at hand, just out of reach.
Heir of the ages, daylight child,
always confounding darkness,
no Jehovah hung your sky on demiurgic breath.
Let us not make God in our image,
breathing dust upon the Truth.
And the evening and the morning were the day...
Where are you, man?
Your naked knowledge lies.
Adamic empty promise,
desiccated serpent's skin...
these are not generations.
And the evening and the morning were the day.