And the Lord, with a cavernous growl
Brought down the theater
In a milieu or rabbit screech
and crunching bone
This only happened because
of your idle worship toward me
and your worship of idols beside me
Fraud like full faith and credit
Your entirety belongs to the
American currency because it is
American currency
Threats conceived from the mists
bring death-fraught despair
to those who are truly survivors
And all those for it
or consciously
ignorant of it
must at this
unbreakable moment
cash in their currency in
And I realize the truth,
The outsiders,
the conspiracy mongers
are the prophets
The true voice of God
Lights go out, and so does
the cavernous growl
Escape is not at hand,
for me or the travellin' man!