Every man will ask the questions, and every man will suffer blame and loss/
Every day you die a little understand the change and choose your path without disdain/
The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient DNR design/
I have never seen god, you have never seen God/
And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align/
programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind/
To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form/
Every day there is a bleeding and every time I watch the world slipp by/
Focus, the blind pretention underscoring pain, the path to solace felt in vain/
The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient DNR design/
I have never seen god, you have never seen God/
And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align/