running through this maze - cry at what i see
a civilisation with values alien to me
all the role models, lost souls, false gods that i am shown
ordeals that i pass through for purposes unknown?
in the cul-de-sac turn back on my trade from the cul-de-sac
help try getting me out
in a transient phase
at the end of an age
running through this maze
some born again idiot tracks me down and i couldn't escape
trying to notch up points for his entrance fee to new jerusalem
"do you love the lord your god with all your dogma?"
he said "you'll get it all back in the next life"
get it all back, get it all back
get it all back
mystery schools for the fools, great seats of learning
business, lawsuits, market forces - no philosophy courses
a bachelors degree in loopholes and a masters in self-interest
studies for automatons and syllabus two
a city and guilds in extortion and a ph.d. in fuck you
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