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