Seraphs Coal One God
Don't need no crystal ballsNo idols on my walls
No luck chain around my neck
My star sign's I don't have to check.
Wretched are they in dead things putting their hopes
Who have given things made by human hands the title of
gods
Gold silver and finely worked likenesses of animals
Carved by some hand long ago.
Don't need no crystal balls
No idols on my walls
Don't need my tarots read
My star sign's I don't have to check.
In their search for God and their eagerness
To find Him living amongst His works
They strive to comprehend Him
And fall victim to appearances
Even so they are not to be excused
If they are capable of aquiring enough knowledge
To investigate the world
How have they been so slow to find it's Master?
It's not your will that the works of your wisdom lie
idle.