So You’ll sit down and stumble through
the constant metere of your inner urge
and hope to all the Gods you choose
your soul won’t leave you now

But you’ll fire on the pragmatists
who say what you do ‘can’t be done’
attempting to drive home your point
and ever won’dring how

these things have grown so damn complicated
you want to sit and rest
and forego this last fucking test,
But alas, you took a vow

So Just sit and pray
and rue your day:
Your Gods won’t save you now