From the promised land
Where milk and honey plentifully flow
Through the twilight of our minds
And the mist of our thoughts
On these waters of oblivion we sail
Past Egyptland
Right to the reeds of Babylon
Where those fallen angels meet
Back to the age where neither you
Nor I could read or write

Half aware and half asleep
With weary eyes and aching hearts
Side by side, one next to the other
Still not knowing about our neighbors
On those slavery ships we’re departed
From liberty
By and by forgetting where we
Once proudly descended from
Leaving those places our grandfathers roamed
For the devilish sands

By day an unmerciful sun
During nighttime winds chilly and sharp
Our throats thirsty and cracked our lips
And the driver's lash cutting deep in our flesh
And chains making our wounds bleed
All the time
No wonder that many of us
Have fallen away from those gods
That gave our fates and days to come
Into the hands of the reeds of Babylon

Genesis of (Their) Exodus

The first day, they just focused on it
           with big looking glasses, huge telescopes,
           put up on their highest mountains.

The second day, they launched rockets that drove
           satellites into orbit to be observing
           its surface: canyons & craters & seas.

The third day, the steam of the rockets of the day before
           was lingering still in the air, they shot robots
           up to it, destined for returning laden with alien rock.

The fourth day, shuttles appeared in height of the orbiting line,
           preparing the landing for both women & men.

The fifth day, it was approached & finally touched.

The sixth day, it was claimed & brought under control.

The seventh day, it rested heavy on them
           almost choking their breaths.