The Rise of Man

Let saints be wicked as they always were
Let sinners do good as they've done before
Let righteousness be measured in material wealth
Let all our heavens depend on hell
Be happy with the hand we're dealt
Or else you'll get the belt

When masochism rules the earth
The dinosaurs are gods
When reality can't be discerned
We live as their facade

No man's a man in holy land
No woman with her rights
No pauper's meant to understand
The source of his demise

The gods are dead and always were
The lives we've lead no wrath incurred
All was said just to deter
The rise of man