so put the pills in the basket
they'd better be good to mask it
the skulls rattle when they're absent
it's better if they ask for it

got a plan to change the sands
i woke up in five strange lands
saw words of a foreign man
things he built without his hands

crawling bodies on the floor
greedy tired wanting more
aliens beyond the door
never try never explore

things are looking pretty grim
for my friends who cannot swim
their old house lights are all dim
and the walls are caving in

puppets and bibles
vulnerable disciples
and when the time comes we'll just
say we couldn't help ourselves

a holy guilt-tripping hoax
preach less to those with the most
in glass houses filled with smoke
ruled by an angry ghost

the foreign man knows better
oceans from the stormy weather
away from the savage cage
no threats written on a page
no side of a war to wage
an age in which love is rage

puppets and bibles
vulnerable disciples
and when the time comes we'll just
say we couldn't help ourselves