Objects Outlive Us: The Buddha Of The Modern Age Songtext

The Buddha of the modern age
Is barely paid minimum wage
To [?] and healthy [?] the singing gave to our forefathers
When we once reached to touch the sky
Now we have only to try
The blurred photos of ghosts of men such permanence
We don't comprehend nor [?] our stupid mouths
Or anything to [?] the insatiable thirst to keel over and over
We [?] the inferior species, wallow in our own feces
Gazing down [?], no longer able to find some kind of [?]