It's not a miracle you hear my voice it's a disaster don't say I had a fucking choice I'm not alone And we're waiting for our turn to be recycled and burned but you don't care - so don't look so concerned so it all makes sense now doesn't it.. and it all makes sense doesn't it... There is no god For every miracle you witness my friend there's a disaster and there will never be an end to our fears and our dreams and the hope that they feed so you believe someone else will pick you up from your knees I'm not paying a subscription fee to be redeemed by imaginary entity with your decree yes I'm lost but my madness will lead me to the answers I need to know not to believe in