All the restless races Of the mind to get free Free from the coercion Of the 'animal me' All the promised power That lies just beyond It wants to be the god And not the mortal in yourself
But god is a prisoner Of the people that pray God is a prisoner In oh so many a way All the people that kneel down Just in order to win All the promised glory, They know where to begin
First they make up the rules For all the guilt and the sin Then they sell out their souls and They'll be crowning their king
But your god is a prisoner, A prisoner of prayers And seldom a listener, Seldom that he cares
Facing up to the limits Facing up your soul tonight Facing up to the limits of your life tonight Facing up to the limits of your time tonight Face up to the world and be strong tonight..