hey you there in the chair   why don't you hear your   own self?   you could find utopia   but instead your brain is   dead      you talk of pains of love   and transcendence from   above   before you know it you'll   be six feet under   as unconsciousness   envelops you   you've missed out on the   big deal   so all aboard without   your lord and all of his   ministry   'cause in the making's   history   disparage faith   and as you write I shall   dictate      feed a starving woman   dress the man   then go to heaven like a   good American   and as the promised gates   of serene recognizance   fade into a numbing non-   existence you will rot   away   without ever really   having anything...      disregard their   settlement   and be one like me   un-born again      sources say gods are the   way   and question not the   reason      How can you pretend?   Amen!   Shalom!      Really? Hallelujah's gonna   buy a   first class seat?   well let me tell you   something brother   that can't be beat!   Well, I've heard the voice a   thousand times   the one you say created   mine   but I've come to   understand   the voice is from the man   in me and   not the one you've given   higher ground      do you understand   I'm un-born again   do you understand   I'm un-born again      it's a laughing shame that   they've   twisted your brain   you could be one like me   making your own   decisions   like you ought to be   and from then you shall   have become   unborn again