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We were seeded By a mother culture Children of genius That have stalled into ignorance. The writings on the wall Spell out a surprising past. We only decipher them To be primitive artistic rash. God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer (???) The writings on the wall Spell out a surprising past. We only decipher them To be primitive artistic rash. God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer (???) Songtexte God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer [x2] Aus Songtexte Mania