Funeral Rites

There is a place where this world lives and breathes
A place you've only seen in photographs
A place that you idolize, but that you'll never know
Because you choose not to know
To know this God of this forest
This God of the trees
This God of the brooks
This God of the wind and the rain
This God of the mountains and of the valleys
For in your mind, these things are no more
These things are nonexistent
These things are paved and priced

Doomed from day one
Doomed, God's only son
Doomed from day one
Doomed, the chosen one: God

Summon the dead
Awaken, oh sleeper!

Something lurks deep within me
How do I know that this it it?
What makes me so sure of it?
Show me the sun when she's not shining

Still...what is my hope may be your eternal suffering

In these virgin woods, the traces of man are but a footstep
Not a sound of civilization, nor a whisper of invention
There is none but the God of this forest, and all of his creation
Only time will tell, will this be a lasting haven? Or a place of unholy pavement?

One with the earth
One with the sea

Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!

Why play in reverse what you can play forward?

From the river to the coast: lumber, ice, and ships we boast
Always cutting until it bleeds
Always taking more than we need
Building towns along it's flow, as we curse it's undertow
Industries beginning to falter, so we pillage the river's altar

Dumping waste into her gut, as we carry this selfish glut
She is dead and headless now
And we claim, "we don't know how."
She becomes a sickening mess
Her rites are read as she's laid to rest
But her lovers are remaining strong, dedicating their lives to her song
She sings, "tempt me, tempt me, tempt me...just wait and see."

Down by the Kennebec
Down by the river bed
She will cut your neck
She will take your head

This is not my God at work in these men.

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for a replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.