since the start of the 17th century

there's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air

and the conquest of nature meant nothing at all

while we betray exception we take all that's there



but motives are translucent in the reflection of shame

the actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways

and unwittingly you just take your place in this parade

the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway

all the same...



since the dawn of our human family

there's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze

and we turned on each other with ferocity

desperation, forced, without reprieve



but the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray

the air resounds with thunder as the victor seized the day

and the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed

the voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day

some day...



the voracious march of godliness (6x)

the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway

all the same...