There's nothing more than a grain of sand in the Atacama,
Eight billion people around us are strangers now on a map near a star,
That's a million times the volume of earth is,
How we can think that we're smart and ahead is outrageous,
Questioning faith,
Oh Lord please answer these qualms.
I'm looking in this world I know for someone,
Or something to quench my soul's own thirst to belong,
I don't know what to believe,
I don't want to be deceived by no lie,
This solemnly feeds my obnoxious need to be right.
Someone tell me the truth,
I would never have an ounce of doubt be allowed onto you,
I would shout from the roof your name until the
Cows come home then renounce every sound of this tune,
I'm allowed to exude my frustration and
Express my confusion amounting in glue,
Are you worth all the breath I'm impounding?
Or is the voice in my head just a clown
In the room that is laughing right now,
Through the eyes of the crowd,
They say faith is a word to be proud of,
But if it's in vein it can get you shot down,
In an instant shot between your two
Corneas by a piece of metal the size of a pound,
Dictating the future, I'm faced being Judas,
Escaping the table a coward,
I feel trapped in my head I need escapology to
Extract from this mess because my heads in oddity,
Is all the crap's just a test immorally,
Give me nothing but facts and I'll
Bless the prophecy from sunrise to sundown,
Until then I'm on the fence,
I'm rolling around in a whole different
Realm and I can't get this out of my head,
This is the lonely road of the holy ghost,
In a riddle with the fact I'm evolving post,
I'm revolved in opinions,
Twiddling for the trillionth time middled
With the brilliance pirouetting in dissonance,
Enclosing more with the militance,
Involved in Diligence,
Am I a rolling stone in the rolled up gold
Of a showman's thoughts in the spirit world?
Is it homecoming more than the pitiful
When we go to the force of the spiritual?
When we lay to rest do we float up roaming around in the mythical?
Decomposing cells are an open valve,
Oh yeah that's a miracle.
I'm looking in this world I know for someone,
Or something to quench my soul's own thirst to belong,
I don't know what to believe, I don't want to be deceived by no lie,
This solemnly feeds my obnoxious need to be right.