Old Athanasius

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago
You know his disappointed ghost walks the streets of Rome
One like he could never be a servant to the throne
The Silver Age, we turn a page and no more we know

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago
To see the slumping of the forest, of the darker gold
We hunger for the lesser evils if the truth be told
To flounder in the womb of plenty, such a sin of old

Consider the clay
You'll recall it oh so fine, fine
Look how they did pay
To go searching for their kind, kind
Just don't let it get too late

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago
To tell us of the holy places we may find the stone
'Atop the mountain to the stranger people seek to go
Instead we'll yammer and we'll hammer, never fly alone

Consider the clay
You'll recall it oh so fine, fine
Look how they did pay
To go searching for their kind, kind
Just don't let it get too late

Consider the clay
You'll recall it oh so fine, fine
Look how they did pay
To go searching for their kind, kind
Just don't let it get too late



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Sullivan
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