From the chasm of night's sleep
They came to me
A procession of old men
Bearded and robed
Dressed in white
Holding fifty candles high
Silently barefoot, passing by
In clouds of otherworldly perfume
And next to me appeared
Ten million sleeping souls
All the world whispering
"Our Father who art in heaven
Give us this day
More and more and more and more and more"
And the Lord appeared in white light
And rainbows, asking
"Tell me, child
All this pain
I can make it go away
There is a cure
Just watch
I can wave my hand and you'll hurt no more
But there's a catch
You all must then be poor"
"Oh no!" they cried
"Is there no other way?
Surely you know we love our
Diamonds and amnesia"
The Lord sighed and said
"Well, I tried"
All the world again cried
"Dear God above, if you truly love
Give us this day our daily
Anaesthesia"