Lower Powers

Cupid polishes no arrows Paul Stanley brandishes no gun Our lowly love lives in the marrow It's buried in the bones of everyone Let us be the great unholy makers Let us be the lovers and the shakers Heaven is a house for high ideas but Earth, she's a home for lower powers Outdated doctrines, hollow hallelujahs are just blueprints for cash flow into ivory towers Let us be behind our own damn curtain Let us decide of what we're certain All that we love's on the ground Just giving credit where credit's due Spinning alone on a rock that we call Pale Blue and our cosmic insignificance is nothing new but with this cognitive dissonance we'll shine right through And we exist! Not for nothing The sooner we accept that we are lower powers and we are all we have the sooner we can live