I'd be overjoyed to leave
Reckless modern waste
Skip into the leafy lands
Chant and hunt the boars
But there's Prometheus
And then there's me
There are those who'd find a way to make stone tools
And then there's me
Gladly I would flee the world of blackest sin
Follow pious nuns to cloistered solitude
But there's a reason they call that tiny room a cell
And in the gaze of the Almighty all my deeds
All my deeds lay bare