Signs of the times
The marketplace of paradigms
Old tradition, intuition
The newest brands of false religion
Voices calling in every direction
Holding replicas of redemption
The eloquent, the irreverent
Every last one of them selling it
So you scream your heart out to the constellations
Thinking God's a superstition
Sitting there waiting for some kind of deliverance
From the human condition
Hungry for the answers
Weighing all the options
A journey with the shamans
A book by Richard Dawkins
You drink up their solutions
To all of your problems
But you never seem to
Get to the bottom
And you scream your heart out to the constellations
In the throes of your affliction
Sitting there waiting for some kind of deliverance
From the human condition
Scan the sky far and wide
Listen for the whisper
The lullabies of ancient lights
Are part of the bigger picture
Only faith can make you reconsider
You can find the sins of any generation
But you can't blame them for the ones you have committed
As you're sitting there waiting for some kind of deliverance
From the human condition
So just pray to God who made the constellations
Cause all along it's you that needs to be forgiven
You'll be sitting feeling the freedom of deliverance
From the human condition