The Essees still wait for the returned Elijah

Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave

The Greek gods watch down from the heights of Mount Zion

Joking that the worship of the literal doesn't fade with time

Let me re-introduce myself

I am the son of man born, died, deified

All this dogma is bound

No effort to separate the myth from the facts

Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last

Was it always this simple and obvious?

We were only held back by faith-based malaise

The hubris of the fallacy that only God can judge me

Was it only arrogance are were we simply that naive

Oh so convinced that we are manipulated by a divine hand

Oh so convinced that this is part of a divine plan?

Anyone can touch us

Everyone will judge us

And the God above us

He doesn't really love us

You should know

You've spent your whole life figuring it out

So you should know