Written by James Young

Lead Vocals by James Young



Sittin' here on terra firma

It's the kind of place we were meant to be

Out here kinda lost in space now

Pondering life's mysteries

All of minkind worship at the altar

Of old mythology

But the genie's out of the bottle

Collision course with eternity



Young children playing in the chat room

With the freaks and the satellites

Upload the nearset planet

Burnin' out at the speed of light

Better living for the masses

With the new technology

But some fool went and pushed the button

He didn't get an apology



Feeling good is a new sensation

Panacea for the Prozac nation



Heavy, heavy water

Won't wash away the sins of the father



Sacred cow sizzling in the fire

As we all go up in flames

With millions of true believers

And their unfamiliar names

On the road to good intentions

Blown to hell by our own inventions

Heavy, heavy water

Won't wash away the sins of the father

Unholy, holy water

Leading us like lambs to the...



Custom made for the self reliant

Lemonade for the thirsty giant



Heavy, heavy water

Won't wash away the sins of the father

Unholy, holy water

Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter)