Crushed beer cans and ashes on the tavern floor
Stale smell of piss that missed the bowl
That's part of the joke of being a man
Catering to your dark nature, poison to the brain
Yet from that lowly perspective you can be born
The scent of God hovers at the back door of the mind
Salvation screams take my hand
Bland and straight-laced the fun of life same coin other side
False prophets; dawn always happens at dawn
Never at nightfall.
Yet religion sells yesterdays coin at today's price
Who knows the Tavern floor might look good after all
For me I have lived right through salvationrn
The tavern floor was long long ago
Today's sweet reality is a joy to behold
For me no more confusion the road ahead has a clear signpost
Certainty is a true gift
Knowing that you know [not all things have merit]Being lost bears no pain,
If you do not know you are lost
Come what may, all paths lead but to the grave
What can be more certain than that?
If God encrypted the universe out of fear of hackers[no clear mesage from him]
And if he created man as some say he did, what was he smoking?
We can steal anything the world is living proof of that
The universe will take a little longer, that's all
