All came about like magic And lies between the lines That sweet smell of mystic Is nothing but a lie We can call it faith But its true name is denial
Ignoring is your choice Oblivious but divine Still the Holy Spirit's voice Is nothing but a lie That you're calling faith But its true name is denial
It's all just numbers… Perfectly ordered Breeding the answers Real, prime and whole There is no soul
Some of us better Better than others Compiling numbers Even and odd There is no god Everything is number…
Here in the hands of weakness All sheltered and confined No one feels the urge to confess We are nothing but a lie Because we still call it faith When its true name's still denial