It is a fair and noble arrangement
 This business of life and existence
 Where everything we take from the earth
 Will be taken back and returned

 The face of god has always been disguised 
 As the mother / giver and lover of all life
 But the keeper of the ledger for the cult of nature
 Only concerns that your body returns on time

 Return to the earth, pay the price for your existence
 Into the hand of earth's domain
 For there is balance to be maintained

 The count is cold and calculated, the precision is exact
 No one is exempt or unaccounted for,
 All that was taken will be taken back

 The gods have always been believed to love,
 And care for the quality of our lives
 But the keeper of the ledger for the cult of nature,
 Only concerns with quantity of your time

 We create our myths of purpose,
 To fill our lives with hope and wonder
 But to the keeper of the ledger for the cult of nature
 Your body is just... a(nother) number

 It is a fair assumption, of our human nature to assume...
 That the business of nature... is inherently good

 (When) [bad word] collecting, it doesn't care at all about you
 [bad word] collecting, it doesn't care at all to know you
 (When) [bad word] collecting, it doesn't care to hear your story
 [bad word] collecting, and only wants you for your body

 Nature is the man (after all), nature is the mob (after all)
 Nature is the business (after all), nature is the cult