when I was young, I didn’t understand
my grandfather was a preacher man
told me to read the bible
crucial for my survival

grandmother joined him, now they sleep
keeping to the vow, so dark and deep
while I maintain location
staring at revelation

but I’ll never be free
oh lord, no, I’ll never be free
Not me

leaders are debating over déjeuner
waters start to rise at the chestnut tree
only the weak are humble
so they shall let it crumble

on the horizon, the horsemen ride
stocked up my rations and I’m locked inside
stun my profane synapses
all while the world collapses

and I’ll never be free
oh Christ, no, I’ll never be free
Not me