We’re plundering the earth like pirates
slash and burn till the dead return
the value we put on diamonds and gold
it’s easier to dig in the earth than into your soul
the window into the eyes of God
and you are a lightning rod
you are Benjamin Franklin’s kite on a stormy night
finishing off what God left off.
We’ve gone 20,000 leagues under the sea
we still haven’t solved this great mystery
we put such value on the sunken treasure the seas hold
it’s easier to dig beneath the waves than your soul.
We’ve cracked through the skull of the sky
flown to planets deeper than the night’s mind
we put such value on going as far as we can go
cause it’s easier to conquer space than your own soul.