Citizen Science (Acoustic)

Like a child of Eden I let it trace my chin Sap from the good Tree of Knowledge We lambs defame slaughter in His name And tyrants made in His image O comrade o comrade Think not of me a knave 'Twas traces resolved From which we evolved Found in the Lascaux Caves No Hellmouth below No means of control No reward for earthly kindness No lambs more sincere Than we, I fear With only empathy to guide us O comrade o comrade How might I bend your ear 'Twas dun mastodon And not black demon bones Found in the pits of La Brea Alas, alas, our race it won't last Yoked to your ancient mythos Depraved, enslaved, we shall not be saved From thine Apocalypso O comrade o comrade Save not for me a prayer The cosmonaut found naught, no god In the heavens when he was up there