Noble Hobo - Little Gods Lyrics

We have created little gods, and we bow to them - forgive us
We've been betrayed by our little gods, and they lie to us - forsake them

Unacceptable; antithetical; asymmetrical - it's all geometry
It seems it's saved or sacrilege; praise or blasphemous - they won't see what's in between
I can't breathe, this incapacity is too much for me
I've had enough of this zealous absurdity

Comfort is the point of it all (Thoughts and prayers are all I need)
Growth is a lie (I want to stay blind)
I'll live in the mind (It's where we're meant to be)

Programmed to receive that Jesus Christ is feeding me
I eat his flesh and make believe
His temple is all I am here to be
So crumble, crumble, crumble, until there's nothing left