ALPHA TO OMEGA

Doubt meets its death

In the great divide

Where the earth is cleaved open

And the canyons grow wide

Where now, only numbers

Are considered new prophets

And the chosen few

Hold their science like crosses

Where the true believer

Is beholden and landless

And every doubt dies

As soon as it's planted

Where the eye turns blind

And the heart loses vision

Where we make our own tools

To build our own prisons

It's the same old muscle

But a different strain

It's the same old road

Just newly-paved

A good consumer

Buys what they sell you

The future is written

It's alpha to omega.