There is on this paper a forest Where we used to belong There is in this book a garden Where once cast out we did not belong to each other In our case it was knowledge and drugs that tore us apart In our case Divinity Cove
Then came the many ways and Vistas of God Machines, webs and spiders I remember pulling up thousands of orange stakes for you
The Son of god helped us himself for he knew too that the spiders, insects were of no use Without their juice Machines, webs and spiders Killed thousands of catarpillers With you and your idol put rocks in the gas-tank and fucked up the bulldozers
God is the life
He's a vampire, feeding off of itself And I guess thats why it still goes on now It's a cycle, snake eating tale
I thought it meant divided I know it does I thought it meant divided I know it does It was always my misunderstanding of the word 'divinity' I thought it meant divided, I know it does And ? and it was not good.