Diamond and the Psychotic Neurotics Follow

As I toss and turn at night
A bitter taste in my mouth
And then a blast of blinding light

I see it all laid to waste
In a view from the end of the world
Five billion souls incinerated
In the doom of the gods

600 years of progress lost because of you
Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse?
I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars
Or even just a world without religious wars

But this bitch ain't stacked in my favor
We race towards the end of days
And while you pave way for your savior
I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane

Still a credit to your ruse, what a beautiful excuse
To never open up your eyes and see the things you lose
Just climb the beanstalk when you die
And meet the giant in the sky

As I toss and turn at night
A bitter taste in my mouth