When your favorite painters vandalize the very world you live in

And your faceless heroes hide the reasons under every stone

And your madness starts to take the shape of everything you’ve given

Machiavelli’s gonna suck the marrow out of every bone

When your golden calf is put out to pasture

Get in line to storm the keep

Are you lonely

Do you want to rest in peace

When all your musings on the weather turn to proclamations of sedition

And the ones who bore you have been begging you to come back home

But the people who love you have been blinded to their own perdition

Oh, now you’re Christian, that’s right

A mercenary healing cripples in the Astrodome

When your golden calf is put out to pasture

Get in line to storm the keep

Are you lonely

Do you want to rest in peace

When the brave new world

Is heading for the rapture, are you going to spare the sheep

When you look around, were you the one who wore the fleece

We live in danger, Baby, and I worry who you’re letting your protectors be

When you come around will you know my name

All this disease and dogma is sure to swallow you no matter who the vector be

Diminished returns when you run those games that you never lose

When your golden calf is put out to pasture, feeding off of your belief

Are you lonely

Do you want to rest in peace

When the ones you fought are hanging from the rafters, how are you gonna get to sleep

When you look down, the web was dangling at your feet