Apollo

Shrouded in secrecy, reason itself’s been conquered Commandeered by scythes of ruling-class muddle Aristocratic values purport to defend the encumbered Economists, psychologists, search men befuddled Isn’t it fragile? All social security numbers just leaked today Isn’t it fragile? What hope do we have to hold onto yet? If the evils of men are everywhere If the century is nighttime As God stays dead Moses pull the curtain back Reason is God And God is a woman An ethic of moderation, stability, order Isn’t it just beauty? What has all your ugliness sired? Isn’t it just nurture? What does all unclarity father? Shrouded in nuance, the soul itself’s a quagmire All but near a sigh of self-understanding Tribalistic values purport to uphold the individual Acquisitive systems say yes to chicas upstanding Isn’t it a miracle? I read all evil in the news as signs End Times is here Isn’t it a miracle? What hope do we have to hold onto yet? If the evils of men are everywhere If the century is nighttime If God stays dead Moses pull the curtain back Reason is God And God is a woman An ethic of moderation, stability, order Isn’t it just beauty? What have all your sins sired? Isn’t it just self-respect? What does all ecstasy father? Drugs, suck it up Reason tastes like Pepsi-Cola Don’t treat God rough Karmic patterns keep the pep up Decorate Christ’s neck Keep the Second Coming really happy Why, come on, come on Karma is psychology Karma is psychology Karma is psychology Oh, oh, yeah (Apollo’s in the sky with diamonds and She’s making you crazy…) (All She wants to do is party with her lazy hazies…) God Herself is bound by order Finite, clear, and knowable yet What looks like snake is a rope to hang men Dynamite, the Mayans were right, bet [spoken] “December 21, 2012. A date which will live in infamy.” “On December 21, 2012, a song by Lana Del Rey titled ‘Dynamite’ leaked to the internet…” Come on come on Come on, baby! Moses pull the curtain back Reason is God And God is a woman An ethic of moderation, stability, order Isn’t it just the spirit of Mom? What has Daddy’s dissolution sired? Isn’t it just dehumanization? What does all dysrhythmia father? Moses pull the curtain back Reason is God And God is a woman An ethic of chaos, drunkenness, prima unities Isn’t it just the spirit of Dad? What has the oppression of God sired? Isn’t it just formless postmodernism? What has your carelessness mired? Moses pull the curtain back (Look at the 21st century) Reason is God And God is a woman (You’re all so dead, so dead, so dead in the head) An ethic of chaos, drunkenness, prima unities (Apollo’s in the sky with diamonds and She’s making you crazy…) Isn’t it just the spirit of Dad? (All She wants to do is party with her lazy hazies…) What has the Nietzsche’s death of God sired? Isn’t it just formless postmodernism? What of your libidinous pleasures? The end of the world Britney was right The end of the world What does all drunkenness sire? (Apollo’s in the sky with diamonds and She’s making you crazy…) What of your libidinous dangers? (All V wants to do is party with her lazy hazies…) Woah, oh oh Woes, oh oh yeah The century’s over, humanity’s end Is God still dead? Violence, violence everywhere Is God still dead? “Vindication’s in the air,” you said? Woah, oh oh Woes, oh oh yeah Don’t blame this sleeping satellite Don’t blame this sleeping satellite (V is in the sky with diamonds and She’s making you crazy…) (All She wants to do is party with her lazy hazies…)