I guess it's always been around This idea that we're profound That we are somehow chosen Seems it's alway been the same We need a God to blame Something to which we are beholden And deep inside this can of worms You'll find the entrance to the sewer Of extreme religious fervour That's where they fall upon their swords As they sing praises to the lord Then search for paradise forever You only got to look around As you walk the poisoned ground To see the way the wind is blowing Ain't nothing special 'bout our lives But we'd surely be advised To take control of where we're going Ain't nobody looking down No one cares if we drown Better get used to this idea Ain't no point in looking up 'Cause empty space don't give a damn We are on our own down here Yes we are...