We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

Picked up His crown and put it down on our heads

Looking all serious, as though it were we who were betrayed

We filled up our bellies on whatever He had made

We are the illegitimate pretenders to the throne of blood

Give any man more power - see the more damage he does

But if you can't trust yourself then, tell me, who can you trust?

We took deity on credit from the people who knew us

They said that we out-grew Him. That we'd be happier without Him

They said that He was holding us back from all of the action

They said we could have whatever we wanted or imagined

We're gods, with a lower case "g", on plastic

But an ugly divorce is like a thorn in your pancreas

You don't want to talk about it for a long time afterward

You just want to drink, and smoke, and get on with your life

Chase your new horizons and sleep around for a while

So, to talk about God is weird and reprehensible

We don't talk about the past or the future wherever possible

But to use God's name as a cuss word is fine

Natural as breathing to us most of the time

We unchained ourselves from the sun and floated off into s___e

Turns out Galileo was wrong in the first place

We're gods with a lower case "g"

The universe revolves around me

The consumer

The kings and queens of Babylonia

We unhinged ourselves from every context and grew imaginary wing

And crowned ourselves the centre of all things

We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

And we stopped giving a d___ about anybody else

Naturally my dear it follows that you don't care for me

And I don't care for you very much either

We are the illegitimate children of nothing

With nothing left to do but try and prove that we mean something

Its survival of the fittest

Its every man for himself

Let the weak fall by the wayside

Let the dying go to hell

Because now we are only worth as much as we are rich

Or beautiful

Or useful

Or some such thing else

We have no innate value in (and of) ourselves

The identity crisis!

The beauty complex!

We used to be equals from the same Intelligence

Happy families.. Squabbling brothers and sisters

Then we divorced and disconnected from each other

There is no basis for equality here

We divorced ourselves from all absolute ethics

There's no basis for human rights because morality is relative

Its survival of the fittest

Its every man for himself

Let the weak fall by the wayside

Let the dying go to hell

We made ourselves gods with a lower case "g"

And became kind of worthless

Eventually

We divorced ourselves from God and became gods ourselves

Drunken sack of bones at the bottom of the stairs

Bitter and alone

Singing "d___ it all to hell.

All my dreams have turned into nightmares..."

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