Afterglow

Wealth is illusion

A vision of the blind

A weapon of confusion which

Enslaves you to the grindstone of

Your Life

Your Wife

Your mortgage and

Your Car

The Lights of our great cities

Brighter than the Morning Star now

Secure in his dominion over

Those who toil below

Stoke the fire will your millions and enjoy the

Afterglow

The Son of Man was a messenger here

Killed and reviled by the 

Ones He held dear

All the evil which is done in

His name

Converts the King of Kings to a

Pawn in the game of the men whose

Aim it is to rule and

Enslave all those of us who

Worship not yet

Hear and obey

So we pray to this guy who got

Nailed to a tree and we

Read what he said across the

Lands of the Free

We all mouth the words yet we still do not

Know

There's a reason Gold comes from the ground

Down below