Don Draper of God lyrics

It had a way of lilting your ear
The way it played when I tickled you “God is here”
“What God?” you crickled
Giggling with fear
Like my riddle wasn’t its own ruby cheer
What’s here, what’s dear?
(“What’s near, who’s there?”)

Where did it come from?
“Conviction”—not the music you don’t dance to!
Answer Her; not the melody you can’t hear
What criss-crosses into
Ideals inside us
Is it faith or is She here?
Praying on instinct
Who preys on our fears?
I can hear Her
Who is it? I can play Her by ear
Who is it?
I can hear Her in years

Reason’s not like you lucked out in Vegas
Since God’s on your side, if the cosmos is seer
“A spy? But of whom?” you wrinkle
With residual vagueness
(I myself transcribe from ear to ear)
Luck is life; luck is fate; luck is power; luck is here!
What’s near, what’s dear?
(“What’s there, who’s here?”)
Where did I come from, I’m the
“Don Draper of God”—selling sermons you can curl to!
Answer Her; not the prophet who barely cares
What criss-crosses into
Ideals inside us
Is She trust or is he fear?
Preying on instinct
Is God really there?
I can hear Her
Hark, who goes there?
I can peer Her
God
God is the order you can hear

God
God is the reason you can hear

She’s the fragility of music in your inner ear
She’s the beatin’
She has the color of cobalt and Her treason is you
’Tis the season
She has the melody of snow salt and Her eyes are ice blue
Her skies too
Rare are the stabilities that can bore Her
She has an order like thunder
She’s new moon!
Sunlight holds mystery as it grazes through leaves
Some morning hopes never stray from simplicity
Windows at dawn become orange everlasting
At dusk with God’s death rises all manners of duplicity
What’s here, what’s dear?
(“What’s near, I fear?”)

Where did it come from?
“Domination”—not the rarity you sip to!
Answer him; he’s the wildebeest in your ear
What criss-crosses into
Demons inside us
Is he trust or is he fear?
Praying on instinct
Who preys on what’s there?
I can hear him
Who is it? I can finger him in the rear
Who is it?
I can fondle Jim in our fears

Who is it?
I can finger him in our ears
It’s Jim
Satan is self-righteousness
It’s him
Satan is the self-righteous God of fear
Satan’s him
Jim is the ego of yesteryear
Satan was Jim
Satan is the echo adorning all our ears
Jim was him
Jim was Satan
Jim was Satan, I’m the Don Draper of God
Jim was him, just call me “High American K-Pop”
Jim was Satan, I’m the Don Draper of God
Jim was him, my role is 21st-century pop

Timeless are our unities under
The new moon of God
(What’s near, what’s dear?)
“What’s new, I fear?”