The Maker Songtext

von Slam to Fakie

They think that I'm an old man, white-bearded to my knees
And just seem to recall when they're trapped in a desease
And many mothers keep on tellin'stories every night
About a lovin'god, now sleep my darlin'everything is allright

But as they grow, along they go, and then start to betray

And they never do the things that I say...

Some think that I am just a hole in the endless open sky
And tranquilize in substitutes, yeah, every day they try
I know some who'd like to search for me, with a will, with all their passion
And just don't dare because I'm actually no more in fashion

The question of existence, keep it down, pull it away

And they never do the things that I say...

These opportunists, I let them choose, gave them supremacy
And now they hardly manage with their sexuality
The buy cars, TVs and women, and motorbikes and horses
But still to free their mind, they fight the symptoms, not the causes

And every day a little more they fade and slip away

And they never do the things that I say...

They preach their personnel belief on TV to make it pay
Judge in my holy name, sell their plans and call them my way
Those super smart, how far can they go before I turn sour?
They instigate new wars while eying up deeper power

They use my name to blind and lead the simple man astray

But they never do the things that I say...