This earth will burn and rot away one day
If we're still here we'll die a painful death
We are so different, but we think
That we're more than just animals
But we're not
We've just got more technical with time
The only reason I can say this
Is because we comprehend it
And we argue just to exercise our minds
Alas, get back
To what you were saying
About how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
It's out of your control
I don't know what god is
But I know what he isn't
A white man in the clouds
Who we should constantly be pleasing
No more brainwashing for me
Find a different host
They're words on paper
I'm sure that two fish couldn't read
Too bad they had the chance to learn
Alas, get back
To what you were saying
About how we all have a soul
What's a soul? It's out of your control
Before we wrote this song
We only thought about it
And then before the words
We only hummed the rhythm
I'm grateful for the chance
To release all this tension
I'm coping with the thought
That we might be inventions
