Empty Promised Land

The clock is ticking on the wall the world is spinning
While the billions work to justify their lives
They search for meaning in their useless sense of breeding
In their quest for recognition when they die

Because ego won't permit belief in our mortality
So we manufactured our delusioned lie
We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition
That our lives are bigger than life

The man on TV preaches his beliefs to me
And says that I am doomed because I don't think like him
He asks for contributions for his sermons' convolutions
In return is absolution for your sins

I watch in disbelief as people try and shed their grief
Because they can't accept the things that they've become
They blindly patronize a dogmatic pack of lies
That tell them Jesus is their chosen one

Strictly designed for the weak of mind
Not just the working man's opiate anymore
Paralyzed minds all seeking the sublime
With all doubt ruled out by their faith in the divine
All of them seeking that same righteous reward

Weak of mind and born to follow
Do not question the beliefs you swallow
Eternal life for your belief in man
Welcome to the empty promised land

Don't think, don't breathe, don't live, just believe
With no question, just devotion, lifeless life living in transition