Static forms on the tv set,
The information they forgot to get,
Was once on the 5 o’clock news,
When a dying man was singing the blues.
But now the systems change,
Now we stand to place the Blame,
A foolish pride in a foolish game,
Oh look Mommy here comes the rain.

It’s a refusal of belief that’s clear.

She screams in pain, the angels cease,
Where is this God for her belief,
With eyes so closed you’d never see,
What’s standing right in front of thee.
Souls escaping from a lead blazed trail,
As blood drenched money pays the bail,
Fat as they are they couldn’t fathom,
That something else out there is random.

It’s the refusal of belief I fear.

Through space and time we plant our eye,
On something further in the sky,
Heaven help us if we should die,
The confusion they caused with blatant lie.

It’s the refusal of belief I hear.

1998