Where is this space for this man. You know only money and shame. When science is God there's no room, for people to breath. Where is your Saviour? Where is your God? Is it true, things I've heard, that your vow is one terrible word. This man's held by pain as you ration his family, keep off the rain. As his fingers curl, breaking hearts and aniversaries why don't you do something to help him? And you cover yourself in compa**ion as defied. Where is your Saviour? Where is your God? Where is your Saviour? Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down again. Floating downstream with your needles and switches to keep us alive. And you monsters decide when we float when we stumble and die. So pull out the wires you decide. You decide.