Lord Vishnu Leads the Lemmings off a Cliff

[Verse 1: Josh Porter]
Lord Vishnu, it must be so tough
To tote that doubt and strut your stuff
Polish up that pretense for the thin-skinned
And the sheltered
Drill the flute holes in a sheep's bone
Pucker up and bring them home!
Winds of change are winding up
A youth group helter skelter

Selling out is paying up in massive dividends
You split the skull and part the lobe
Spread it open, shove it in
Go tell Buddha and the Dalai Lama
Brand management and revenue
With little lemmings lining up
And marching right bеhind you

[Verse 2: Josh Porter]
Used to be that quitting
Made еven suckers feel like chumps
Rebrand it like it's bravery
Get dummies lining up
To suckle at their own teats
When the self is all-in-all
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole
Of your god forsaken law

[Bridge: Josh Porter & Whitney DePaoli]
When we pull God down from heaven
When we make Him kneel and crawl
When God is finally everything
He won't be anything at all

When we pull God down from heaven
When we make him kneel and crawl
When God is finally everything
He won't be anything at all

[Outro: Whitney DePaoli]
When we pull God down from heaven
When we make him kneel and crawl
When God is finally everything
He won't be anything at all

When we pull God down from heaven
When we make him kneel and crawl
When God is finally everything
He won't be anything at all