since the start of the 17th centurythere’s been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the airand the conquest of nature meant nothing at allwhile we betray exception we take all that’s therebut motives are translucent in the reflection of shamethe actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral waysand unwittingly you just take your place in this paradethe voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anywayall the same…since the dawn of our human familythere’s been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breezeand we turned on each other with ferocitydesperation, forced, without reprievebut the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astraythe air resounds with thunder as the victor seized the dayand the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayedthe voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one daysome day…the voracious march of godliness (6x)the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway