You say you cannot believe
in anything so minuscule
and I say I cannot subscribe
to anything like Jesus Christ
But I admit that secrets may be
hidden beneath the tapestry
But you insist it's simple
in your world of saints and enemies
Isn't it great
everyone's god
everyone hates
everyone's open ended fate
everyone loves
everyone fears
and everyone's scared

Golden cities just exist
inside our heads but we persist
until all our dreams are manifest
to materials and then they rust
Then we hang like empty pockets
as godless space just fills each socket
and eyes they swell with tears
and years have gone and we're alone.. alone.. alone.

Isn't it great
everyone's god
everyone hates
everyone's open ended fate
everyone loves
everyone lies
and everyone's cries

She asked me if there was anyone
that I would like to be
and I responded, "Honestly,
in 30 years I'd like to still be me"
But I probably won't,
because we lose a little every day
until every things gone
until we all waste away... away... away.

Now isn't it great
god is upstairs.
I know that he's late
but he's coming down I swear
so you better be good
you better be quiet
if you want him to save you

God's just a leash in society's fist
so they can lead you around
'til you no longer exist
They'll lock you in the cages of the factories
They'll lock you in the cages of the working week
and they throw you a check
and they send you back home
where you sit with your family
or you just sit alone
and you need more distraction
than the color TV
so you pick up your coat
and you grab for your keys

You need a release
so you go to the bar
you sit and you drink
'til you don't know who you are
Then you wake up with guilt
and you wake up with pain
and then it all starts over again

There's a man where you work
who recognizes your look
he says "Hey put down the bottle
and pick up the book
'cause you know there's a place
that's much better than this
and believe me my brother it really exists."

You say "if it's true, well then show me the way"
He says, "first, well there's certain steps you must take"
Then it all comes to you as you look in his eyes
that familiar glaze of some chemical high.

Still you go to his church
because you're looking for love
but it's just another crutch
yeah, it's just another drug
You've gone from some
chemical experimentation
to some new form of
mental masturbation
and you're not a product
of divine creation.
You're just an accident
in the palm of this nation

Because it's all in your mind,
it's not good for your health
to make believe in a god
and then punish yourself.

Yeah it's all in your mind,
it's not good for your health
to make believe in a god
and then punish yourself.