The Maker

i’ve taken the wrong
and taken the dark
i’m left with but a sight
of missionary fields
and mercenary kills
and the prolific trite
i’m under a spell
and i’m under a cloak
of medicinal delight
i need to be sure
and i need a release
i need some other light some other life
like the Maker
He’s holding on to (the) believers
i got no time for (the) deceivers
i only want a paradise
oh, the Maker
He’s no critical faker
and i’m the one who’s taken
away from al the nowhere lies
a decadent earth
in need of rebirth
is tiring out my bones
with all that i’ve seen
and all i’ve become
i need another home
the drugs and the hate
the idiot fate
of political incest
is getting me down
is letting me drown
but i’ll get my rest
With the Maker…
they’re raping my ideals