I Am Abomination - Greetings From Easter Island lyrics

We were seeded By a mother culture Children of genius That have stalled into ignorance. The writings on the wall Spell out a surprising past. We wrongly decipher them To be primitive artistic rash. God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, d**h is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer Beacons left behind, Which are scorned upon when appealed They are the maps to our existence That are soon to be revealed The writings on the wall Spell out a surprising past. We wrongly decipher them To be primitive artistic rash. God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, d**h is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer We were made to be the grateful slaves of the stage God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there, d**h is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer [x2]