we are fallen godsnresigned our dead end jobsnno prospect of a raisenthere's no future in gracenall the hours without a breaknwith no progress just red tapeneach and every plan we've triednwas dismissed and crucifiednwas dismissed and crucifiednlords of mennwhen wenshredding all the evidencenresigned to be a mannrealisedncaught with sin underneath the nailsnwhy you'd not given innwe are fallen godsnredundant managersnthey were sad to let us gonhow's it feel now on your own?ndestiny and the plannD.N.A. makes the mannor believe in chaosnleast with that you've got a choicenat least with that you've got a choicenwe are fallen godsnresigned to our lossnhow's it feelnyou're on your own