What is god but a belief in our falability
A diety born of our fears and instability
Frank is the question we ask of such thoughts
We ask of ourselves through our own faults
Bowing and praying our thoughts through the air
But who truly listens, who truly cares
We bow and pray to ourselves, nothing more
Only the energies of beyond will keep this score
For when the day comes that mortals see mortal lies
We are the ones, that hide those lies inside
Freedom will come to us, like the night holds the stars
Only we need to see past blaming, heal our own scars
True good is known, is born inside everyone
Faith of a diety, is the true faith of the dumb
We ourselves control our own fate, our own lives
The more we ask ourselves why, the more society dies
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